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The client eventually started arguing with Caden, the man shutting him up with a single line. After finishing buisness, the man left. |
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Emily was still i the garage, sitting on the floor lened up against a toolbox and silently scrolling on her phone as she waited for Caden to be done |
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Caden went and poured a glass of whiskey, the liquor strong and tasty. |
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How your captures coming?) Emily scrolled |
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(i have $486 so no :) Caden eventuallly walked into the garage, curiosu to what she was doing. |
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Lemme hop onto my SA I gotchu) She looked up at him with a blank expression, just sitting there silently crosslegged |
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(TYSM <3333) Caden took a sip of the whiskey, leaning on his Pagani. "What've you been up to---" He paused, eyeing the car which she had been working on. The glass slipped from his hand, shattering on impact. The man walked over, a depressing smile on his face as he grazed his fingers over the hood of it. "You... you repaired it.." |
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"I ...it just.... I thought...I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you ...please don't tell or kick me out..." She stammered, standing quickly and backing up slowly, fearfully |
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"Emily," He murmured softly, the grin spreading across his face. Caden turned and pulled her into a hug, grateful more than ever. "God, I tried to get it repaired and nope, even if I swap engines and what not still could never do so." |
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She was still grasping the fact that he wasn't pissed at her when her arms instinctively encircled him. She melted into him, feeling...safe for once. |
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Crisp, Clear, and Cool
