Crisis Center: David/Claire
[Claire had indeed been in the crisis center for most of the day. Some of it had been spent cleaning up the empty first floor to turn it into a proper greeting area, and the rest of the day had been preparing weapons just in case. The building used to be an upscale 2-story bistro back in the 80's, but this was not exactly the town for experimental sun-dried tomato dishes. Oh, and maybe there had been a small rumor about one of the missing people in town being served in a particularly flavorful stew. It could not be proven, of course, but in a small town that did not mean much. The building had been empty since the chef/owner died in a rather unfortunate auto-erotic asphyxiation accident in the apartment on the third floor.
So the renovations had been slow-going, especially since Claire was pulled in many different directions as of late. Some rooms had not been touched, while the basement had been finished up with an office and a tiny call center next to the remaining kitchen station. The main floor was practically one big empty room with a beat up wooden floor at this point, but it had been swept and cleaned in typical Claire's neat freak compulsions. The air was not musty inside as would be expected, instead the oddly pure air was as clean as fresh snow without the bite of chill. It was there that she waited for David to join her, sitting on a green camping chair while flipping through the science section of her class textbook. Her phone was on the floor next to her, plugged in to the wall and playing a rather silly song. Anything to take her mind off of how scared she actually was. The door was unlocked, but if he knocked he would get a cheery call to join her.]