Hey, look, children. @Julie
A small horde of children were heading down the street, all bundled up in their winter coats, shivering. They were making their way to the Second Cup, hoping to get something yummy and warm themselves up from the Toronto cold before they went home. They were middle schoolers, and had previously been at dance practice for their upcoming performance.
At the head of that horde was none other than Matthew Patel. Since he'd moved to Toronto, he'd taken a job at the local middle school, as their choreographer for their music and theatre departments, and also was co-fight choreographer. And he was good at his job, and he actually kind of liked it. Sure, the kids in the mandatory music classes were usually rambunctious and off-task, but when he got to work with the kids who had chosen to take the next-level classes or the ones who joined their choir and dance clubs, his job was made much easier, much more bearable, and much more rewarding. The kids he led now were the dance-only team, his most-behaved group and thus the group he'd grown closest to.
He opened the door to the Second Cup as all twelve kids filed in under his arm. Their performance was next week, and so he was treating their making it all this way with a trip to the coffee shop. They deserved it, after all.