Lip finished up his last vehicle for the day and cleaned his hands with a rag before wiping the sweat from his brow. He glanced up to the window across the shop. It was a habit he’d quickly developed within the first week of starting this job, and it only seemed to be getting worse.

Ainsley was on the office phone, probably arguing with some supplier over the price of parts. His lips quirked up slightly with a slight pang in his chest as he made his way over to punch out.