Mason
I found Zoe in the shop early the next morning, dark circles under her eyes but already elbow deep in the third bike's fuel system, like sleep had only bought her a few hours before her mind pulled her right back into motion. I let her work in peace for a while, finishing my own prep on the fabrication bench, before I finally asked if she wanted to learn something new.
"What kind of something new?" she asked, wiping her hands on a rag.
"Custom fabrication. Building a part from scratch instead of just installing one." I nodded toward the metal stock laid out on my bench. "We need a reinforced bracket for the third bike, something stronger than what came stock, given everything that's already gone wrong with it. Figured you might want to learn how to make it instead of just bolting
