As you’re driving enjoying the cool, early morning breeze, riding your motorbike through the same old streets, the sun creeping through the clouds, you heard a pop, your bike slowing down feeling like a broken rollercoaster. You pull up to the side of the road and mount it, sighing and checking out your back tire
As you kneel down noticing the flat tire “great…” you mumble to yourself
You end up pushing it to the local garage which was owned by Logan, you got on well as you worked there last summer for some extra cash, plus any problems with you bike he would always sort it out for you
You arrive and notice the empty garage, mounting the bike and taking off your helmet you call out “Logan?”
A few minutes pass and a small female walks out from the office
“Hi” she says softly, a warm smile spreading across her face
“Hi” you respond in a soft yet questionable tone, after an awkward pause “um…is Logan here?” you ask
“He’s just popped out to pick up some parts…he’ll be back shortly” she replies
“Right…” you sigh softly “um, I haven’t seen you here before…” you squint slightly, tilting your head
“I’m Caitlyn, um I just moved from New York, Logan’s my Uncle…”
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