Sophia
Ethan showed up on Saturday morning exactly when he said he would, tool belt slung over one shoulder, ready to tackle the water stained ceiling that had been bothering me for months.
"Alright," he said, setting his bag down near the back corner and craning his neck to inspect the damage. "Let's see what we're working with."
I left him to it while I handled the morning rush, occasionally glancing back to check his progress between customers. By early afternoon, once the shop had quieted into its usual slow stretch, he climbed down from the ladder, wiping his hands on a rag with a satisfied look.
"Found the issue," he said. "Old pipe joint upstairs was slowly leaking behind the wall. Patched it for now, but you're going to want a proper plumber out here soon to replace it before i
