"Thank you, son." The elderly man clapped a hand on Clark's shoulder, flashing him a toothy grin. In return, Clark gave him a warm smile, long arms stretching out to grab hold of each side of the large doors that would seal the back of the van. The doors slammed shut, tucking the carefully placed groceries away safely inside. "It wasn't any trouble, sir," Clark told the man, looking to him with as much warmth as he'd expressed in his smile, "I'm here to help. You have a nice day, all right? I hope to see you here again soo -"
A wild flurry of fur and paws caught Clark's attention, drawing his conversation to a sudden close. A high pitched bark bellowed out across the gravel parking lot, of which Clark found that he faintly recognized. Was that...? Could it have been...?
"Shelby?"
The answer to his question was met with a sudden leap from the golden retriever, one that was abruptly turned into something else entirely. In a matter of seconds, the dog went from running to...floating? It was certainly something for Clark to take enough interest in to investigate. Waving the man off, he moved out across the lot and over to the opposite side of the street, approaching the floating dog and woman who appeared to be responsible for the occurrence with more than a little concern.
When he got close enough, finally, Clark was able to recognize that the dog was indeed his.
"Shelby! What are you -" Clark looked to the girl, faintly recognizing her from somewhere as well. Had they met before? "What are you doing? Let him down."