Fireproof (Completed)

Part 2

*Flashback*
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Third Persons POV
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The beautiful blue skies of California became the sight of everyday life for him. Not wanting to stay in his small hometown of Holmes Chapel, he took a big risk in uprooting his entire life to come to a different country in hopes that he could figure out what he was passionate about. He didn't want to be a baker, a waiter, and have a bunch of odd jobs his entire life. He wanted something stable and with it some one to share it with. His love back home had just broken his heart, with nothing tying him back he made the big jump and came out to good old Los Angeles.

"What can I get for you boys", Harry's walked up to the table he was currently serving.

Though he swore he didn't want to be a waiter any more, he had to make money somehow until he figure out what he wanted. Luckily for him the restaurant he worked at was always busy and the tips were hefty. He stopped though as he approached the table seeing the men he was serving were all dressed in blue. He had seen what he had learned were police officers and military men. He didn't recognize these uniforms though, curiosity peaked him.

"Can you tell me what your specials are?", one of the men asked.

"Of course. Our specials for today are Prime Rib with a Garlic mashed potatoes and sautéed green beans in a truffle oil. Spaghetti Bolognese that is a family secret. If breakfast is still something you want, we have our eggs Benedict and our blueberry ricotta pancakes on the side", Harry recited the specials with ease.

Once the small group of boys ordered, he went back to the kitchen to submit the order to the head chef so that he could prepaid their meal. Once he had served them and refilled his drinks, he couldn't help but notice the small group of men had gotten a lot of attention from the other customers that they had in the diner. That only peaked his interest in what their profession was.

"Do you guys mind me asking, what do you exactly do?", he asked as he sat the bill down on the table.

"Firefighters", one of the men answered.

"Oh?", Harry answered still confused.

"Why don't you come by this address son. We're having an open house, if you're interested then we will work something out", another one answered.

Harry excepted his card and left the table with a little more bounce in his step. Maybe this was his shot.