The toolbox clanked as Larry set it on the kitchen counter, his expression determined.
“I still don’t get why we’re doing this,” Lauren muttered, leaning against the doorframe.
“Because,” Larry said, rolling up his sleeves, “the faucet’s been dripping nonstop, and it’s driving me insane. Plus, it’s not like we can afford a plumber on short notice.”
She crossed her arms. “And I’m here because…?”
“Because you’re my moral support,” he teased, pulling out a wrench. “Also, you owe me after spilling coffee all over the blueprints yesterday.”
Lauren groaned. “It was one time. And those blueprints looked boring anyway.”
Larry shot her a look. “Boring? They’re for a community center. You know, for people to hang out, learn stuff, have fun? I guess you won't understand.”
“Touché,” she said, g
