Snippet #2441391

Fletcher reached out and shook the younger mans house. "I am indeed Fletcher. I do hope you'll grow to like it here." Fletcher said with a smile. He walked over to the coat rack in the corner of the room and hung his helmet on one of the hooks. " Well i hope they get here soon, they might miss dinner if they do." Fletcher sighed. Missing dinner certainly would be a shame considering he had hired top chefs to cook for everyone, seeing as he wasn't too great of a cook himself.

Suddenly all that could be heard was the pitter patter of wobbly puppy feet on the floor. A rather young Doberman came bursting through the doggy door and ran straight into Luca's legs. The young puppy stared up at him for a second with a confused expression then barked and trotted over to Fletcher. Fletcher simply squatted down and gave the young dog at few pats. "This is Kyra. Dont worry shes very friendly most of the time."