The bell above the door rang, signalling to me that someone had come in, and out of reflex, I turned around so that I would be able to see the person, and essentially figure out what it was that they wanted. I wasn’t at all surprised to see Samuel standing there, as I had sent him a message earlier on in the day to ask him to come here. By the dark circles that had layered themselves beneath his eyes, I guessed that he hadn’t had much rest last night—which I had to admit, surprised me slightly.
“You look like hell.”
“I feel like it, too. My shift just ended.”
It took me a second to remember that they didn’t have scheduled hours at the fire station, that it wasn’t just your casual nine to five day-job. Peoples’ homes still burnt down at night, and there
