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“Ms. Patterson.”
“Mr. Valentine.”
“I had some free time today, so I decided to come by and see if we could be of some assistance. We would like to volunteer. This is my sister, Torrey Valentine. Torrey, this is Ms. Patterson. She is an attorney and is working with the firm on Ro…Princeton’s case. She is also the organizer of this event.”
I smiled and extended my hand. We shook.
“I’ve heard about this event for a few years, now. I am so glad we were able to find the time to stop by. I’ve wanted to talk to the event’s facilitator about some other community projects. Now that I can put a face with the name, I will definitely be in contact,” Torrey said.
What? Torrey Valentine wants to work with me?
I’m fangirling so hard right now, but I am trying to remain calm. Torrey is the inspiration behind WLTC. She has her hands in so many philanthropic programs. She is known across the city as the foremost authority on charities.
“I don’t have a business card on me right now, but we can exchange information for sure,” I replied still trying to remain calm.
I heard someone clear their throat behind me. I turned around to see my sisters sharing the same bright smile.
“These are my sisters, Keeva McDaniels and Kenzie Patterson.”
Everyone shook hands.
“So, where do you want us?” Samuel asked.
“You’re really here to volunteer?” Kenzie questioned.
“We are,” he smiled.
He must save this smile for special occasions because I’d never seen it.
“I can use some help over at the health center. Raymond, you can come with me,” Kenzie said flirtatiously.
Trevor wasn’t here because he had to do some work in the studio with a local artist, but he did come earlier to help us get some things set up. Kerem was away on business so he would miss the event also.
“I can do that,” Raymond replied and followed Kenzie to the other side of the room.
“Mr. Valentine, you and Torrey can help us serve the food if you don’t mind,” Keeva said.
“Sure, we are here to help,” he smiled again.
“You can help us first by bringing out the pans of food from the kitchen then we can all work the serving line while alternating refilling drinks and cleaning the tables,” I explained.
“Let’s do it,” he responded.
Once the people started to come in, we all went to work serving and taking care of the guests. Samuel, Raymond, and Torrey blended in seamlessly with the other volunteers. I tried not watching the way Samuel’s back muscles flexed when he picked up the trays of food. I worked extra hard at not noticing how thick his thighs were in his jeans or how well the jeans fit around his ass. I failed. I watched him every time I felt like I could get away with it.
Samuel stood next to me on the serving line. He was pleasant, engaging and charming. He even knew a couple of the people by name and asked about their families. He asked one woman about the condition of her son’s tombstone after it was placed. I was impressed. We alternated moving from the serving line to cleaning tables and rotated to other areas of the event. Samuel handled each transition with ease.
We fed over five hundred people, gave away boxes of food, bus passes, and we screened for high blood pressure and diabetes. It was a complete success.
After the event was over, I went into the kitchen to empty the trash cans and take the bags to the dumpster. I saw Samuel and Raymond coming into the kitchen through the back door.
“We’ve already emptied all of the trash cans. Do we need to mop?”
I tilted my head to the side and examined Samuel like this was my first time seeing him.
“Mop? You know how to mop?”
“Unless something has changed in the last day or so, I’m certain it takes a bucket of water and a mop…”
