The First Real Fans

Animal shelter back gate jammed, forced open. Temporary shelter under an overpass blown sideways, held up. None of the tasks were huge. But the chat no longer waited only to laugh. ["He’s back."] ["I’ll watch this one minute."] ["Wait, does he actually have a tactical way of fixing railings?"] Marcus had basically become a regular shadow in the field. The guy talked fast, moved faster, and always managed to keep the camera on Aiden the second he started to work. “Don’t take the hate too seriously,” Marcus told him once while adjusting focus beside him. “Heat is mostly noise at first. The people who stay are the ones who see how you solve things.” “Why do you keep filming me?” Aiden asked. Marcus grinned. “Because you have a story.”