“That should fix it.” I moved away from the car and turned to Carl. “What do you think I did? Tell it to the customer. In details but simplified.”
Carl was still my b***h. Was always going to be my b***h but now, things were different.
The moment I returned back to the garage. He was happy about it. They all were. Because apparently, we had more customers than we ever did before.
Probably because of me. Maybe.
Carl walked up, speaking. I rose from the floor and wiped the sweat forming on my forehead, already moving to the next bike.
I needed to stop thinking about… everything. About Samantha.
It had only been three days and I couldn’t stand her. She was nice. Too nice. No one could f*****g be that nice. It had to be fake. But clearly, Decker didn’t think so.
She was always up
