Punk Louis Series

"Out Of His Element"

"So this is why we can't go out on Sunday nights?" He asks as you pull into a parking space in the church parking lot. You nod your head and smile before climbing out of the car. "And you don't think that I would come to church with you or something is that why you never said anything?" You pause until you reach the door to answer his question. "I'm not here to go to church," you reveal. "Then why are we here?" He questions following you down the large corridor. Opening the door at the end of the hall he is soon given the answer as to why you had brought him with you. "Who are all of these people?" He questions, looking out at the surely one hundred or so people sitting in the large cafeteria style room. "They're some of the homeless people living in London," you reveal as you step through a swinging door. "Good afternoon (Y/N)," one of the ladies in the kitchen greets.
"Hi! How are you this evening?"
"I am well, who is this handsome guy you have brought with you?" She asks, looking past you and at Louis. "This is my boyfriend Louis, he's going to help out tonight." You turn to smile at him but he is only confused.
"What are we doing?"
"Well those people out there," you begin, pointing out of the small window dividing the kitchen and the eating area, "are here for their weekly church meal and BINGO."
"And we're here..."
"To help feed them and spend time with them." You look at him strangely thinking it surely wasn't this hard for him to wrap his head around the logistics of a soup kitchen. "Okay, I can do this," he says, unsure of himself. He had clearly never had to deal with anything below the ritzy restaurants and football board meetings, but you were here to show him what reality was like for a lot people living just minutes from where he did. "Well first I want you to go out and take their orders," you explain, holding out a pen and pad of paper.
"Orders?"
"Yeah we have to know how many people want what."
"Okay so what are their options?" You go over with him the dinner choices and prepare to send him out into the masses. "Oh babe," you say just as he begins to walk out the door.
"Yeah?"
"Let's leave that watch in the kitchen," you tell him, thinking the gold and diamond covered accessory would only put off the people he was trying to be friendly with. He slips of the watch and you place it in your purse. "So I just ask them what they want from this list?" He questions, running the pen over the meal options you had told him.
"Yeah that's your objective, but sit down with them and talk for a bit."
"What do I talk to them about?" He asks, having not prepared any conversation dialog. "That's something you get to figure out," you tell him with a smile, motioning for him to exit the kitchen.
"But (Y/N) I don't know what to say!"
"It'll come to you." You watch as he warily walks towards the tables. "Not really his type of people?" The lady from before questions. "Not really," you reveal to her, "but he will warm up to them soon enough." You take your focus from him and begin helping the rest of the ladies in the kitchen with the meal preparation.