~ Hector ~
By 5:00 pm, the garage began emptying gradually rather than all at once. One motorcycle disappears through the open doors, then another, followed by the last customer collecting his truck before promising to come back next week with a problem he is convinced only I can solve. Rosa leaves after reminding everyone to lock up properly, pointing two grease-stained fingers at us as though we are both twelve years old and incapable of remembering something so obvious. A few minutes later even the music goes quiet, leaving behind only the ticking sound of cooling engines and the distant hum of traffic beyond the industrial estate.
Then all of a sudden Lily drifts towards my motorcycle without asking, lowering herself onto the seat with the ease of someone who has forgotten there was
