Abby
After a while of walking to town through the thin blanket of snow that has settled over the landscape from last night, I arrive at the food drive, wearing my disguise—a baseball hat, sunglasses, and a blue surgical mask.
Actually, it’s more so that the sound of the food and clothing drive reaches me before I actually reach it; it’s clear to me that the community center is bustling with people, and I can hear the sounds of voices, music, and vehicles.
Up ahead, there are two lines: one filled with cars, which are pulling up to a station where workers are handing bags of clothes and boxes of food through the windows, and one where the patrons are lined up on foot.
I adjust my mask on my face and stand up on my tiptoes to see if I can spot Karl, but that’s easier said than done.
Despite Karl’s height, the parking lot is filled to the brim and I can barely make out the bright orange shirts of the workers. Honestly, it’s surprising. I didn’t expect there to be this many people here.
“Hey,” a voice says, causing me to turn. “You here for the drive, or are you here to work?”
I spin around to see a young man, maybe in his late teens, looking at me. He’s got one of the orange t-shirts that say “staff” on the front worn on his thin frame, and he’s holding a clipboard in his hands.
“I’m here to work, actually,” I say.
The boy nods and hands me my own orange t-shirt from a box that he’s got next to his feet. “Just find a spot wherever,” he says. “Job’s simple: everyone gets one box of food and one box of clothes. The clothes are labeled ‘kids’ and ‘adults’, so as long as you can read, you’ll be fine.”
I offer him a smile as I take the t-shirt and slip it on over my head. It’s about three sizes too big for me, so it goes on easily over my disguise.
As I make my way through the crowd, I finally spot Karl. He’s in the thick of it, working tirelessly to help those in need.
My heart warms at the sight of him, so different from the man I used to know, the Alpha who once claimed that volunteering was ‘below his pay grade.’
Suddenly, I realize that I can’t stay mad at him as I watch him interact with an elderly woman. He’s got a warm smile on his face, and she’s laughing at something he’s saying. The woman then walks away, and Karl turns away to sort through a box.
I come up behind him and tap him on the shoulder. He turns, and after squinting his eyes at me for a moment, his expression changes to a mixture of surprise and excitement when he realizes that it’s me.
“Abby,” he says, a hint of disbelief in his voice. “I thought you weren’t gonna come.”
I tilt my head and give him a playful grin even though he can’t see it. “Changed my mind,” I reply, my voice muffled by the mask.
Karl chuckles and shakes his head. “You really are something, you know that?”
I lower my sunglasses just enough for him to see my raised eyebrow. “Is that a compliment or an insult?”
He laughs again. “Definitely a compliment,” he says. “But Abby, if you help me here, people might start thinking you’re the Luna again, and it could be a hassle, just like you said.”
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Please more updates! I hope Abby gets her happy ending with Karl. I SEE how his chanced and he knows that Abby needs to be her own person too....