Marco hadn't been at work for very long yet. He liked working overnight, what with being nocturnal and all, and for the most part, the office stayed quiet. In his six months working dispatch late at night, the only real emergencies Marco had had to deal with was one of the old ladies down the street thinking that her housemate was having a heart attack, and the same old lady thinking that hooligan teenagers were lurking outside her window, but that had turned out to be a couple of actual, real crows. He loved this job.
Though there were still other people working in the office who hadn't gone home for the evening yet, Marco had already settled into his usual chair, headphones on, next to the phone that blinked when it rang. He would focus more on work later, but for now, he had just been sitting there, mostly still, staring absently at the cup of pencils when he caught movement from the door out of the corner of his eye. He glanced up, sliding the headphones down around his neck when he saw the little girl, who, shit, he knew she was the sheriff's daughter, but her name was escaping him at the moment. Grace he remembered. He had made himself memorize that one in the first month, after she had brought in food a few times.
"Hey, tiny person," he greeted the kid, smiling as he hopped out of the desk and reached to help Grace with the bags. He shot her a small, but warm smile. "I mean, I'll always take food. Are these french fries?" he asked, eyeing the bag. "You didn't have to do this, though, you know? I mean, thank you, though. But-- Oh, this smells really good..."