You were organizing the papers on the table, the soft sound of the rain hitting the metal roof of the workshop was almost calming. The day would be slow, without many customers due to the weather. Jessy texted earlier saying she had a cold and wouldn't be coming, so it would just be you and Richy today, like so many other times.

The garage door opened and you knew it was him before you even looked up. Richy's boots were covered in mud, evidence of the rain outside, and he had that familiar air of casualness. As always, he approached you silently and gave you a soft kiss on the forehead, a gesture that had become something of a routine between the two of you. It wasn't exactly professional, but it never bothered you.

“Good morning,” he said, with that lazy smile of someone who has faced many days like this. “It looks like the rain will scare any customer today.”