Tuesday disappeared faster than I expected. The moment I unlocked the garage that morning, I knew I wasn’t going to dit down until closing time.
Motorcycles already lined the parking lot, Mia had three messages waiting on my desk before I’d even poured my first cup of coffee and Ben was carefully uploading a shipment of parts while reading every label twice to make sure nothing ended up on the wrong shelf.
The garage felt alive, air tools hissed and engines rumbled.
Customers drifted in and out carrying helmets beneath their arms while the office phone rang often enough that Mia barely had time to finish one conversation before answering the next. And Ben carried a box toward the workbench and smiled proudly.
“I checked every part number.” Ben said.
“You remembered after last tim
