Enemies

Her designer sweatpants fluttered as she half walked, half jogged to keep up with Max.
She blinked her makeupless eyes once, twice, and flipped a piece of hair out of her face.
Max paused to look at her; she told him to keep walking.
A strange buzzing caused Max to pause again, then turn around to continue striding once she answered her phone.
"Hello?"
Max heard the strange murmurs that he was too far away to hear. He trained his eyes on the gravely path ahead, nose in the air, but remained listening to the woman behind him.
A sudden movement in the bushes caught his attention and was attempting to determine the source of the rustling when he tuned back into the conversation.
"No, I will not give my enemies the pleasure of ripping me apart."
Max gave her a puzzled look and tipped his head to inquire as to the change in her tone.
She laughed and motioned for him to keep moving.
"No," she said, "I'm not laughing at you. Max just gave me the most adorable look."
Max gave her a hesitant smile, nearly panting from their long walk.
Her tone of voice had noticeably lifted since Max had smiled at her, and she said a silent thanks for his company and friendship.
The bushes rustled again, causing Max to startle and jump into her legs. Once he saw that a squirrel was the cause of the noise, however, he darted after it.
Golden Retrievers will do that, you know.