Gabe: Enthusiastic bro

You cautiously step in the room, unsure what to expect. It's not long before you see him, a tall, bulky man, sitting on the edge of a king sized bed.

"I was wondering when you'd get here!" He says excitedly as he stands up to greet the two of you.

"Sorry, it took him a little bit to get adjusted to the resort." The receptionist says.

"Hey buddy!" He exclaims, immediately crouching down and rubbing your head powerfully between his hands. "First time, huh?"

"He's going to take a little bit of work." The receptionist says, handing him the leash

"No worries!" He says, stopping your face jostling in order to take it from her "I love training new pups."

He pats your head so firmly, any harder it could be considered a slap as his other hand pushes itself down your side. You're so consumed by this physical interaction, you dont even notice the receptionist leaving the room.

"I'm Gabe! What's your name?" He says in a joyous tone as he continues aggressively petting you.

You open your mouth to respond as Gabe leans in close, speaking in a loud whisper.

"That wasn't a real question. Im just supposed to give you a typical dog name." He says before pulling back and returning to his much louder tone "How about Spot?"

You're unsure of how to respond, both physically and internally. This situation wasnt exactly what you expected when signing up for this, but then again you didnt really know what to expect.

You start to give a confirming smile, but pause as you realize dogs dont really smile, so you quickly open your mouth, letting your tongue hang out as you let out a quick loud breath.

Gabe takes this as a confirmation causing him to pet you even more enthusiasticly.

"Allright! Spot it is! Good boy Spot!" His ecstatic voice echos through the entire room. "Ready to have some fun?"