>>19484698The rattles and whirring that filled the garage quieted down as the blonde felt a vibration in her pocket. She set aside her tools and picked up.
>What's up?>...>Haw?! I'm at work, ya know!>I can't just-...>Are you crying?>...>Okay, sure. I'll bring it by.>But you owe me.>Love you too.Ashleigh sighed and slid the phone into her pocket.
>Sorry, boys. I'm needed.>Finish up, it's light work.