Trudy and Dee: Cleaning the Cafes
"Great!" Trudy's demeanor seemed to brighten just as soon as Dee agreed to help, heading to the sink and rinsing out a sponge, grabbing an extra dish rag and walking off into the Extra Cafe with Dee. "So," she began, trying to take her mind off of everything and finding it suddenly hard to strike up a conversation that didn't include Patch, or Hawk, or how things were going. She handed the dish rag to Dee, "If you'll just dry the tables after me, I'll take care of the rest," she offered, gathering the last few stray dishes and putting them on the counter near the sink on this side of the wall.
Heading to one table, she quickly wiped it down, nothing was really that dirty, but it was good to keep things clean, the dirt piled up pretty quickly. She was feeling the weight and stress in her neck and shoulders and she wanted desperately to have something to talk about, something to say to her, and finding nothing was only making her stress out more. "So Dee, do you ever get time off? What do you like to do when you're not patrolling?" Ok, it was lame, but it was a start, right?
Heading to one table, she quickly wiped it down, nothing was really that dirty, but it was good to keep things clean, the dirt piled up pretty quickly. She was feeling the weight and stress in her neck and shoulders and she wanted desperately to have something to talk about, something to say to her, and finding nothing was only making her stress out more. "So Dee, do you ever get time off? What do you like to do when you're not patrolling?" Ok, it was lame, but it was a start, right?