Meg had done what she could to ensure that the safety of the island had come first. The idea that she had put her own life on the line to face a raging storm was nothing to her, and it had frightened her all at the same time. She wasn’t used to stepping up and helping out - a long time ago she would’ve turned the other way - but it felt good to know that the impact of the damage was minimal. Even as the day had broken on the morning after the storm and all of the debris were brought to light, she knew everything could be repaired quickly.
The bakery had been out of commission for a few days while the cleanup ensued. But now she was back and trying to figure out what the next step was going to be. She found herself amidst a few others who were as eager as she was to get the place up and running again; shelves of product had been jostled and anything upon them had been upset onto the floor, racks had fallen over, power had finally come back to the coolers, proofing machines, and the oven. Overall it was a mess.
When the familiar stranger approached Meg lifted her head, offering the brunette a friendly smile. “Hi,” came the warm greeting. “We won’t be back for another couple of days,” Meg explained, sweeping a hand at the mess all around them, “But if you’re willing to help I’ll throw a free cupcake or two at you once I do get going again.”