“You know. If people keep feeling me, I’m going to become completely spoiled.” I said and Jace smiled.
“I think you’ve got a long way to go.” He said.
“I appreciate the optimism.” I said and he looked around the workshop.
“You’ve built something impressive here.” He said and I followed his gaze.
Fresh paint covered the walls, tools hung neatly in place and the office finally looked organized thanks to Mia.
“It doesn’t feel like I’m surviving anymore. It feels like a real business.” I aid.
“It is a real business.” He said.
For a moment I simply looked around the garage.
He was right. Somewhere along the way I’d stopped trying to save the garage and I’d started building its future instead.
For a white we ate in comfortable silence and the workshop felt different after hours
