~TESSA~
I wasn’t expecting to love the place right away.
But by noon, I kind of did.
Ryder gave in faster than I thought... handed me off to Casey, the guy who handled scheduling and orders up front.
He was sharp, sarcastic, and moved like he’d been living off espresso since birth.
“This is the phone,” Casey said, pointing to the landline like it might bite. “It rings. You answer. Tell ’em we’re full through next week even if we’re not. That’s the hustle.”
I smirked. “Noted.”
There was something weirdly comforting about the noise in the shop... the low hum of drills, the clang of metal...
I just loved this place.
I felt loved...
I felt safe.
What would had been left of me if fate hadn't brought Ryder and I together?
I'm so glad me met that day at the diner...
That day chang
