Drew pocketed the Medallion and headed off to work. He was the senior ice attendant at the rink, meaning he was responsible for the rest of the attendants and had to be sure the rink opened and closed at the right times. He did enjoy closing the rink; one of his perks was he could close the rink, then stay and skate on his own for a little while with no-one to get in his way or distract him. He and a couple of his attendants usually stayed back for an hour or more after the rink closed.
Today, though, Drew was anxious to get home for two reasons. First, he had the medallion to play with. Second, the rink was on an island in the middle of a river, and severe storms were expected that night which could close the bridges off the island. He had been stuck overnight on the island before and didn't want to repeat the experience. Not that it was frightening or anything, he would just rather sleep in his apartment than at the rink.
"Hey, Drew!" a voice called as he entered the rink.
"Kate, how are you?" Drew asked.
"Just fine. Hope to get out on time today, though; I'm a little worried about the storm," Kate responded.
Kate and Drew were friends from college. She was 20, slightly shorter than Drew's 5-foot-10 build, with long brown hair and glasses that added to her girl-next-door good looks. She was effectively Drew's number 2 at the rink.
Drew smiled and dropped into a chair behind the skate rental counter next to Kate. "We'll be fine. Don't worry so much."
"I'm leaving for the day, Drew," the manager of the rink said as he walked with Drew to the doors. Dark storm clouds filled the sky above the island. "Make sure we close up on time and get your attendants home before you're stuck here again."
Drew nodded. "You got it, Sir. I've got it all covered."
The manager smiled. "I know you do, Drew. If the storm is too severe, we'll close tomorrow until the crews get the roads clear. I'll call you tomorrow morning to let you know. Otherwise, see you tomorrow."
"Have a safe drive, Sir," Drew said.