Haven’s POV
While working on the woman's car, I was nervous. Not because I didn't know what I was doing, but because I hadn't repaired a car even though I had little idea of it. When I had my training, we never worked on cars, and just the few cars owned by my boss were the ones he used to teach us.
I was glad when the result came out well, and the woman had laughter all over her face. She checked again and again and was impressed; then she just gave me cash without even counting it.
“Ma’am, your money should be…
“Just take it!” She cut me short. “You did a good job,” she added, and slipped into her side pocket, her cell phone. “Now that I know your workshop, I'd come around with my bikes and would refer my friends here.”
I nodded, “But you don't look like you stay around here.”
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