#interaction asher

Where: Patty's café

The cozy ambiance of the cafe embraced Riley as they entered, greeted by the inviting aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the soft murmur of conversations. The club's LGBTQIA+ brunch was in full swing, but they were just arriving.

Near the reserved area, Riley noticed Asher, nursing a cup of tea. They sat down at his table.

"Hey, Asher! How are you holding up?" Riley asked with genuine concern, having heard what happened during the storm.

Where: Jo's garage workshop in their home.

Jo's garage had been transformed as a workshop of sorts. It happened that she'd work on her car in there, but she'd rather avoid doing her work all over at home. Instead, she spent her time under the amber light of the overhead lightbulbs repairing stuff, creating stuff, and when she was feeling a little creative, sculpting stuff out of steel, even wood sometimes. It was such a comforting space for her that it was no surprise that if someone wanted to find her, there was a good chance she'd be there.

While she heard the door to the house open, Jo was engrossed in her endeavour of the day. Staring at the organized chaos that was her workshop, clad in her trusty but oil-covered overalls, she was working on their battered but cherished lawnmower.

Jo looked up as Asher approached. "Hey there, Ash," she greeted, wiping her hands on a cloth. "Got a stubborn lawnmower here that needs a little TLC. You interested in a crash course on small engine repair?"