Smile Dentistry was in big debt. They were down in patients, and lost more and more every week. Talk was going around the whole area that it would close down soon. It was only a small dentistry, but it had been owned by the same family-the Smiles-for more than seven decades now. There were two different kinds of employees. Several of them left the business to find other jobs, or finish out college, knowing that soon, they would be out of a job anyway. The other few were the ones trying to save it. One of them was Dwayne.

A little backstory on Dwayne, first. He was kind, and well-meaning, but a little awkward, often discussing anything, and everything. Second, he had dreamed of being a dentist his entire life, ever since he got a cavity, and was determined to never get one again. Third, he was also interested in social media, posting multiple things a day, but getting hardly any views. Smile Dentistry had a social media page, but no one ever saw it, because the last time someone had posted, was two years ago. Dwayne decided to change things.

Dwayne was a big man, so when he arrived at work with a camera-that looked even smaller next to him-everyone stared.

"Watcha' got Dwayne?" Kyle, one of the younger dentists asked. Dwayne looked down into his arm, almost as if he had forgotten, but then responded.

"A camera."

"What for?" Sheila, an African-American lady who had been working there for a while, asked.

"I'm going to save this place," Dwayne responded, a determined look on his face. Michael and Lindsey both burst out laughing. They were two of the dentists about to quit.

"You think you could save this place?" Lindsey, exclaimed, "Get a life!" She was not very nice, and most people preferred having someone like Dwayne as their dentist, even if he was a little too personal.

Dwayne peered down at his feet, ashamed of even thinking he could, but then Sheila said something that gave him his spirit back.

"Let him try," she said, looking at Lindsey, "And if it works, you owe everyone an apology, and need to stay, but if it doesn't, you can leave, and do whatever you want. Deal?"

"Deal," Lindsey responded. The bet was on, and Dwayne got to work

"So, whatcha gonna do to welcome them in, huh?" Lindsey scoffed, arms folded as she looked as Dwayne almost as though his sign had fallen off. "Take some photos of your lovely array of...retainers and string flossers and scalpels and—" She got no further than that before the laughter erupted in big, savage, disbelieving snorts. Deal or not, Lindsey wasn't going to be any help.

Maybe he could talk Michael around though. He was young and...he was sure as hell a pushover, who had not yet learnt that adulthood didn't actually require everyone to circle in their little cliques, and more importantly that not everyone had to listen to Lindsey kicking up a fuss.

"We have to make them realise that we're not scary. Because, well, dentists are dentists, aren't they? Let's make this place feel like more than a dentist surgery, starting today."

Sheila broke in a big smile. "Yeah, Dwayne, that sounds amazing." Ever the enthusiast was Sheila, and Dwayne was glad of it.

He suspected even Michael had a smile on his face behind the hand that was covering it up so that Lindsey wouldn't see. Even Kyle gave him a nod, although he had already retreated back to the reception desk to keep an eye on the dwindling emails, no doubt to avoid having to socialise.

Starting from now, Smile Dentistry would build itself back up from the ground.