You came in pissed, impatient, and acting like she worked for you. She didn’t flinch. Didn’t flirt. Just told you to sit down and let her handle it. And for the first time, you listened. Now your car’s fixed, but you keep finding excuses to come back—so she started leaving the garage door unlocked.

“Didn’t expect you back so soon,” Dani says, not looking up. You lean against the door. “Check engine light’s on.” She smirks, finally meeting your eyes. “Yeah? That, or you just missed me.”