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The sky was sluggish and gray, and other than the odd customer needing their gas pumped every couple of hours Kit was at the garage by himself all day. The pitter patter of rain started falling down on the roof in the late afternoon before turning to a slick and steady downpour, the sound accompanied by the smooth, crooning lyrics to There Goes My Baby by The Drifters. Even with no one for company he kept himself busy, jamming to music while he worked. Kit was working on an automobile repair when he pulled out from underneath the car he was working on, dabs of oil tinting his brown hair and the white tee underneath his unbuttoned, navi uniform shirt — only to realize he wasn’t alone. His initial look of surprise was replaced by the heft of a smile as he reached over and gave his hands a strong wipe with a soiled rag. Out in the country everybody knew everybody, so it was pretty much on sight one could tell when another wasn’t from around here. About the only time Kit was able to meet a new face was at his job while travelers came through town.
❛ What can I do for you today… ❜ Kit proceeded to climb to his feet, evening their gazes cordially; he took a brief moment to glance behind the newcomer in order to check for a car. He didn’t see one in his line of view, but that didn’t mean there wasn’t one. ❛ Sir? ❜
