Lennon had had a great shift at work. The lunch rush had gone amazingly well and she'd made almost as much in times this time that she'd made during a dinner rust two nights ago. It was fantastic. She loved her co-workers for the most part and she loved her customers. The surprise everyday was to see who would leave her their number, there was always at least one per day.
Today the gossip had been tripled that it usually was. All the attention was on Danny, the bartender, and all of his many cuts and bruises. What she had learned was that there had been a fight, it had been good, but to her it seemed as if her coworker had been on the wrong side of it; in any case it looked as if poor Danny had actually lost the fight.
She was thinking about Danny when she went to clock out, thinking that she could probably help him. Well, no probably about it, she could. So after clocking out, she went in search of him when she didn't find him at the bar. Several seconds later she was finding him in the walk-in freezer and she pulled the door open, jumping slightly as he snapped.
How rude! Maybe she'd just let him suffer.
"I was going to ask you if you'd like for me to help you with your pain, and your wounds, but I mean if you want to be an asshole..." she trailed off and just stared at him with a small smirk.