“Jason, do you have the file on … Will Marco … finished?”

Deep in his scratching, he never noticed Tiffany appear over the top of his cubicle wall. Jason peered up at her as if he had just been caught in a gruesome deed. His hair had fallen across his reddened face. His eyes were wide and he was panting.

“What the hell are you doing?” Tiffany asked, annoyed by Jason’s antics.

Jason sat up and brushed his hair back with his hands. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath and let out it out slowly. He looked up at Tiffany, “I’m sorry. I had this massive itch on my shin and I couldn’t get rid of it.” He paused, “You were asking for a file?”

“Stop being a freak.” she stared at him in mock horror. “The people who come in here are bad enough.”

“The people who come in here have problems and we need to help them.”

“I know, but you don’t need to start acting like them.” Tiffany walked around the cubicle wall and sat down in a chair across the desk from Jason. “I’m looking for the file on Will Marco.”

“I don’t have his file. The last I saw it, Jennifer was processing his information for food assistance.”

“Crap!” Tiffany shot a quick glance around the opening of Jason’s cubicle. She then turned sharply on Jason, leaning across his desk. “I need you to get him set up for school. His classes start next week.”