“I’m going to grab my phone and call the mechanic. He can come out and take a look.” “The shop’s closed already.” “Great,” I mumble to myself. He shuts my hood. “I can give you a ride home.” “I’d rather walk.” “In the middle of a heat wave?” I give his suit a quick pass. “I don’t see you struggling.” “This is nothing compared to Vegas.” “Huh. And here I thought you spent the last two decades in hell.” “Sure felt like it sometimes.”
