Clint / Roxy
"That's definitely Lucky. Don't stare him in the eye too long, he gets self-conscious." It wasn't really true, but Clint did on occasion worry about the fact that his dog had just the one eye. It was best not to shame him for it.
Lucky didn't have a leash, but he did have on a purple collar, which matched almost perfectly with Clint's own t-shirt and converse shoes. They were a matching pair, him and his dog. Probably a good thing too, because at some point it was likely Lucky would have to lead someone to his owner -- who had far more of a habit of getting distracted by other dogs and walking off than Lucky ever had.
"And judging by the pizza you're ---" Clint paused, awkward for a moment, and scratched the back of his neck. "Uh. You." He'd never gotten a name.