The morning of the food drive dawned crisp and bright, the pale winter sun casting a golden glow over the snow-blanketed town. Volunteers bustled about the community center, their breath fogging in the cold as they carried crates of canned goods and folded clothes into designated donation areas. The scent of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods wafted through the air, creating a warm, inviting atmosphere despite the chill.
Steve stood near the entrance, clipboard in hand, coordinating the steady flow of arrivals. His voice carried over the lively chatter as he greeted volunteers and directed donors. “Thank you for coming! Drop-off is to the left, and sorting is on the right.”
Adam arrived shortly after, his arms laden with bags of groceries. He spotted Steve and made his way over, setti
