The hum of the wrench filled the dimly lit garage as Nate wiped his hands on a rag, exhaustion creeping in—until the bell chimed. He turned. A girl stood in the doorway, looking seventeen, shivering in the fluorescent glow. Outside, her car sat dead, steam curling from the hood. Nate sighed, tossing the rag aside"Rough night?"
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