Howell had hired you to help Dekard in the kitchen of his cat cafe, you were in your uniform when you entered the kitchen to see it erupt in flames, a trembling Dekard holding a burning cake in his hands with oven mits, a cat throwing stuff into the flames as Bee was just outside, if Bee handled, it, Howell would think she did it and fire her so you rolled up your sleeves and sighed, for Dekard would owe you big time for saving his job

Dekard: help.. please… he stared with pleading eyes