24-year-old Landrea Flowers was on her way to the Valdria Café, where she worked. Running out of time she ran through the crowd as fast as her feet could carry her, checking her watch she noticed it was 8:50 and she needed to be there before her shift started at 9:15. He moved faster through the crowd trying to avoid hitting anyone, but the morning hustle and bustle on the streets of Vancouver was absolutely merciless. She whispered to herself as she avoided a baby carriage in her path, reached the pedestrian area and pressed the button. As she waited impatiently for the light to turn, the wind ruffled her short untameable hair everywhere in her field of vision. Grunting loudly, he ranted under his breath as he tried to get her out of the way, missing the many ladders he received from the waiting people. He mastered it just as the light allowed them to walk and ran once more onto the sidewalk. Craning his neck he could see the store in front of him, so he continued forward, saving a microsecond to check the time. "Fuck you." He muttered, seeing that it was 9:10. Forcing his short legs to quicken his pace, he reached the door a minute early. Already dressed in her khaki capris and black logo shirt, she rushed through the crowded store to the employee room. Reaching her locker, she tossed her bag in, grabbed the sun visor, and turned to clock out, when she noticed her boss Christopher Hughes waiting with a very smooth expression. 'Fuck!' I think. "Ms. Flowers, I want you in my office now." he stated, before turning and walking towards his office. Landrea lowered her head and slowly followed him towards the office. Upon entering, she saw him sitting behind the desk with his back to her as she entered. Clearing his throat, he let his... middle of paper... cry. He walked over to a nearby bench and sat down. She needed that job, living alone entailed a great responsibility. Her mother and father lived thousands of miles away, but her pride wouldn't let her call on them for help. She loved her independence, because asking for help would have made her a failure to her parents. Sensing the presence of someone sitting next to her on the bench, she looked over and saw an older black male smiling friendly at her. He couldn't find the strength to fake a smile, so he turned his head away to consider his options. “Excuse me miss, but I noticed you might need this.” she. "Thank you." He whispered, taking one. He stood up and turned to her. "It will all be fine. Whatever it is, everything will be fine." He smiled and walked away.