"Yeah, uh, sounds good!" She tugged the Pokegear out of her pocket. "I usually check this baby every time I get bored, which is... to be honest, a lot in this place." Sheepish grin. "I'm sorta working a little job... ish... at the Center so I'm sure we'll run into each other.

The Growlithe seemed a little resigned, but he plopped down next to his trainer's legs, panting. At least the belly rubs had made up for the abrupt ending of playtime.

Overall, from the pup's point of view, he'd gotten to play, AND made a new friend. So really, it wasn't all that bad.

Dogs are optimists.