AN: This is my first fanfiction, so be nice please. It was a midterm that I had to do and I wanted to see if it was any good. I hope all who read it enjoy it!!
DISCLAIMER: Seriously? Why on Earth would Stephenie Meyer be on Fanfiction? Exactly, I am not her nor do I own anything but the plot.
Rolling out of bed and putting on his shoes, the young man thought of all that he could do that day. His mind was overwhelmed with all the possibilities of all that was available to him. After he looked in the mirror to check and make sure that his clothes were all matching and in order, he grabbed his keys and went out to his old beat up station wagon. He drove down the street and as he pulled into the familiar parking lot, his mouth turned into a smile. This was his favorite place to be.
He parked his car and walked into the building, greeting the people who were lined up waiting to come in, most of whom by name.
"Good morning Jacob!" Kate greeted him cheerfully as he entered the building. He had known Kate Denali almost all his life and it never ceased to amaze him how happy she always was.
"Good morning Kate," he replied, "How's everything looking this morning?"
"Just great, we got another shipment in, so hopefully this week will run smoother than last week." Jake mentally ran over last week, Anything has to be better than last week, he thought to himself. He looked around the room. He took in all that his hard work had gotten him and felt proud of his accomplishments. He took in the crème colored paint on the wall, the seemingly endless amounts of tables lined up waiting for people to sit at them, the rows of counters that would soon be full of food for those who truly needed it. He had run this place for only a few years and had already made so many connections with local supermarkets and warehouses that it seemed as if he was there his whole life.
He looked back over at his best friend and smiled. She had been just as excited for this project as he had been. From the moment he told her about his idea for starting a soup kitchen, she wanted to do everything she could to help, little did she know that she would end up working their with him.
He put on some gloves and started the routine he always does. It was one of those so-familiar-you-could-do-it-with-your-eyes-closed-and-hands-tied-behind-your-back routines. This is where he found true joy.
He was broken out of his thoughts when the front door opened. Seeing as how they were not to open for another two hours, he figured that he should check to see who it was. He removed his gloves and walked around to the front.
"Hello, sir" he greeted the man. He took in his appearance, it was hard to miss and seemed out of place in the building. He was wearing a navy blue suit with a white dress shirt and a matching tie. His shoes had that I-just-got-my-shoes-shined glow to them and looked out of place next to the worn and dull wood-floor. He had been planning on refinishing it, but closing for a week just didn't seem like an option. "How can I help you?"
"I'm looking for a Mr. Jacob Black." His reply was short and harsh.
"Yes, I am Jacob, how may I help you," Jacob proceeded with caution, this man looked like he did not like to be messed with.
"I am here to inform you of a …" he hesitated, seemingly struggling with the words"…predicament.
