The auditorium didn’t completely clear out as the center stayed open until nine, but some kids in their late teens started to clear the mats. Jason grabbed his bag and hers tilted his head for her to follow. “Come on. I’ll give you a small tour.” He quickly pointed out the weight room and locker rooms before taking her back into the vestibule. Gesturing to one room, “This is the library,” which was a generous term now that most books were digital. “They offer tutoring and college prep for students.” Camelot has a policy that any of its members must complete high school- or at least have a GED and have programs designed to help them accomplish just that. The next room she might enjoy more. “Our Computer lab. It has set ups for kicks without jacks and those who do but don’t have access to good equipment. Some nights we also run game leagues.” He smiled and moved to the next room. “And this is our shop. Everything is affordable, and we do offer plans for the kids who are really bad off allowing them to join a work study program where they can make a little money and learn skills for later.”
Jason escorted her across the vestibule to a door next to the reception desk. He gave a nod to the girl behind the desk and scanned his arm at the ‘staff only’ door. It opened and he held the door open for her. He then escorted her to the second office and invited her in. “And this is my office.” It wasn’t nearly as sparse as his home. There were digital pictures on the walls of him and who one could assume were his students and donors. A digital frame cycling articles about Avalon and it’s accomplishments in the community. A few shelves held various awards and trophies, issued to both him and the center. His desk looked like controlled chaos, full of data pads of work and his computer. There were a couple chairs in front of the desk and along one wall there was a couch. There was also a small fridge on the wall behind his desk. There was the definite vibe that he spent more time here than at home.