Taylor entered the shop, having been a bit late. Repair work on a flower shop after a tornado, at least it was good money.

He saw the other welder he was supposed to work with up front, talking to the two girls who worked there. Supposed to help them find what needed repairing.

One caught his eye, she was tall. But then he heard her voice. That wasn’t no damn girl, that was a damn man. Sure his voice was soft and whatever else, but that was a man.

He stood still, hands clenched tightly and awkwardly. What the hell was he supposed to do now? His gut was twisting, men weren’t supposed to dress, look like that…