Sophia
The plumbing under the back sink finally gave out on a Tuesday morning, water pooling steadily across the kitchen floor before I even had my coffee finished, and I spent a frantic twenty minutes shutting off the main valve while cursing every ancient pipe in this building under my breath.
I called Ethan almost out of instinct, remembering his easy offer from weeks ago, and he showed up within the hour, tool bag in hand, sleeves already rolled up before he'd even properly said hello.
"Rough morning?" he asked, crouching down to inspect the damage beneath the sink.
"You could say that." I handed him a towel, watching as he got to work, grateful for the help even as guilt niggled slightly at the back of my mind for calling him instead of hiring an actual plumber I couldn't really a
