Cara nodded. "Yeah, it's no big deal." She pressed her finger on her scraped knee. She winced. Buster walked up to her and licked her knee, the bleeding temporarily stopping.
Cara walked over to Buster and swatted his nose. "No," she told him firmly. Suddenly, her knee began to sting. She looked down and saw a tiny, bloody scrape on her knee. "Fuck," she muttered, hating her very short jean shorts.
Cara threw the bud on the ground, under the bench on the gravel. Buster let out a huff and jumped on her, shoving her towards Seth. "FU-" She was on the ground. On top of Seth.
Buster let out another small ruff. He licked Cara's hand before he walked to her side and nudged her. Cara huffed out one last puff of smoke. "What's up with you today, Buster?.."