Who likes the clean up?

I worked a luncheon today with a girl that literally screamed curse words in my face a week ago. I put the past, well, in the past, and kept a positive attitude for our five hour shift together. 

Somewhere in between me working entirely too hard, asking her questions about herself, and not bumping her tray full of food (as I may have done last week), I think I managed to sway her feelings about me. 

While we were cleaning up the aftermath, she said, " Now we just clean up our mess, and go on with our life." 

I laughed... shrugged... and then nodded, as if to display my thought process of translating her work advice, to life. Suddenly, I liked this girl.

  

I know she just meant the pavillion, but it was something too big for a room that small.