Barb and Tammy had been watching from a respectful distance, obscured by the car until it pulled onto the street.

“That was really something,” Barb told Amy when it was gone, tears in her eyes.

Amy grinned, suddenly feeling tired. She felt, rather than saw, the others walk up behind her. Then they began to clap. She turned, blushing uncontrollably, and raised her hand for them to stop. “I didn’t do anything any of you wouldn’t have done.” She looked at the restaurant, which was now engulfed in flames. Smoke was billowing up, and sirens in the distance made it clear that the fire department was finally on its way. “We better get our cars out of the way so the professionals can deal with this.”

“Shouldn’t we stick around?” Barb asked as they began walking to her car.

“I’ll tell Alex about it. It’ll be better than a police report.”

“Amy, wait!” Ron called. Tammy was by his side.

“I’ve got to go, Ron,” she said, and paused. “Good job over there.”

“I did the easy part,” he said. “See you at work tomorrow?”

“Of course.”