Fifteen minutes later, Lucas's car pulled up behind Timothy’s, and I breathed a sigh of relief. Stepping out of his car, Lucas approached us with his usual calm demeanor, a reassuring smile on his face.
"Hey," Lucas greeted us, offering a casual salute. His eyes flickered to the deflated tire, but it hardly phased him. "Let's get this sorted, huh?”
“Thank you for coming,” said Timothy. He had just taken out the spare tire and his toolbox from the trunk. “Even with it being so late.”
“Ah…” Lucas waved him off, then shrugged. “Work was getting boring anyway. Need a light?”
Timothy nodded as Lucas took out his own flashlight and flashed it on the car. As we worked together to change the tire, Lucas attempted to steer the conversation. "Any idea who did this?"
“We have a pretty solid idea
