~ Lily ~
The problem with Hector was that he had become part of my routine. Not intentionally. It had happened the way weeds appeared gradually in expensive gardens and then one day you looked around and realised they were everywhere.
Which was why I found myself at the garage again on a Thursday evening. Because apparently I live there now. At least according to Bianca, whose exact words had been;
“Should I start forwarding your mail to the motorcycle people?”
I hung up on her, then immediately drove to the garage. Which unfortunately proved her point.
The place was quieter than usual when I arrived. Most of the repair bays were emptying because several members were already leaving for the night,
I found Hector near the back working on an old motorcycle. He glanced up when he notice
