Serena had just gotten done with her school work. And then had gone to work for the few hours she was on shift. She smiles. Happy she finally had enough free time. Now she could get to work on making the street drug addicts happy. She always used her free time to do two things. Accomplish getting her real life experience working to help drug addicts was the first one. And two...bring the smiles and life to those who had given up hope. Or were so much into the drug addiction...they were often depressed.<br/><br/>Having gone home to put her backpack away so she didn't have to carry it around. Besides...it was heavy. She proceeds to skip happily back to the coffee shop. She by now knew which addict liked which drink. Since she got an employee's discount at the shop...it wasn't as expensive as it would be to buy each thing. It was one of her favorite past times...taking the addicts coffee or hot cocoa. And talking with them. The drinks and talking seemed to always bring a smile to their faces. Sometimes she could even make one or two laugh.<br/><br/>She buys the drinks and walks out. Heading to the local drug dealer/drug addict hang out. It wasn't in the best of neighborhoods, so she always took her grandmothers fan blades with her. Her grandmother had even been kind enough to teach her how to use them. She didn't like fighting even though she'd trained in various forms of martial arts in order to be able to protect herself when she went to the bad part of town. She walks normally so she wouldn't spill the drinks.<br/><br/>About ten minutes later she had gotten there. She walks up to her favorite of her addict "friends". It was an old man who had clearly seen better days and was living on the streets. She walks up to him. "Hello Mr. Luke. I brought you your favorite coffee today." she says in a happy and kind voice. "Its the white chocolate mocha you love to drink." she giggles softly. Smiling warmly at him when he actually looked at her. "I know you don't talk much but here you are." she says. Moving the long tray so that she could hand him the coffee. She keeps an eye on the nearby drug dealers. She didn't want to get caught off guard. She looks around carefully. Not wishing to draw attention to herself. Seeing a man who didn't frequent this area often. As she thinks about it...she doesn't recall seeing him before at all.