It was a slow day. Flat tires, oil changes, infrequent customers. You could fall asleep on the job and it wouldn’t even matter much. There wasn’t even any co-workers currently rostered besides you.

Even the owner, who was usually around, had to leave on an emergency, leaving you his booked clients for the day. Right on time, his four p.m. client walks up to the front desk you occupied.

He eyes you curiously, stepping on his cigarette as he leans onto the counter. “Where’s the old man?”