Just Another Day

[v_harkryder]

It turned out that Virgil didn't have any more cards from the shelter when he opened his desk drawer, so he wrote the phone number down and gave it to Tanya after their conversation. He hoped she left before the hitting happened again rather than after. 'After' might be a relative word, but it could also prove to be too late.

He pulled his late-model Chevy into the shelter's lot and killed the engine. It was just past noon, which meant they'd be serving lunch. He'd been on good terms with the staff since he started referring people for everything from drug counseling to psychiatric help. Becoming community-minded had been a way to take his mind off of what happened to him before he turned in his gun and badge, and he actually liked helping people.

The air had a definite chill in it, even though the snow had melted, and the warmth indoors was a welcome change. Virgil looked around for Stephanie, the day supervisor, then started towards the kitchen. If she wasn't in there, the people preparing lunch would know where she was.

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Re: Just another day

[melodymagic]

Mel wiped her forehead, the steam from the soup and heat from the bain marie having helped her build up a slight sheen of perspiration. "I've been helping my parents waitress since I was about 14," she told him, resisting the temptation to levitate the trays for the dirty dishes up from under the benches. Her mother would have just rolled her eyes and turned away, but she wasn't about to do it in front of Virgil, so bent down to grab them and put them out on the servery for the return of the dishes.

"You're not bad yourself," she returned, indicating the remains in the trays. "You done this before?" she asked, looking across as Stephanie came in through the door, arms full of cartons, clearly full of more than just the extra plates she had gone to purchase.