Aurora's POV
Three days in a row now, Aaliyah's already on site by the time I get there, and each time she brings something with her. The first day it's two extra workers she pulled off her own crew without asking anyone's permission, both of them already in gear and swinging tools by the time I notice they're new faces. The second day it's a truck loaded with lumber and iron stock, enough to cover the shortfall that's been stalling the west retaining wall for a week.
"How did you manage this on a day's notice?" I run a hand along one of the iron beams, still faintly warm from wherever it sat in the sun.
"I know people who owed me favors." She says it easily. She cheerfully waved the lollipop-shaped sign at me, already walking toward the next stack, and moves the conversation somewhere
