10
I checked the time as I rushed to my truck. I was late closing because a customer came in at the last minute, then took forever to figure out what they needed. My dad drilled it into me never to rush a customer, so I patiently waited until they were done, then rang up their ten-dollar purchase and flipped the sign to closed.
I sent Derek a quick text that I was running late but on my way. I pocketed my phone before he replied, hoping he wasn’t too upset when I made it to Stone Auto Repair.
His parking lot was mostly empty when I arrived, and a customer walked out the front door, holding the door for me to go in. I thanked the woman, and hurried to grab it so she didn’t have to wait.
“We don’t have time for a walk-in,” Derek called out when I stepped foot inside. He grinned and came
