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“DAD, dinner’s getting cold, and you- oh. Sorry, I didn’t know you had company. I’ll set another place,” Wren skidded to a stop in the doorway of the living room, seeing her father and a guy she recognized that worked with her father. His name was Greg, or Gary or something of the sort. She shot him a faint smile before ducking back into the kitchen to set another plate. Absentmindedly fixing a few stray blonde curls, she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the window and groaned inwardly at what a mess she looked like.

“Look, I don’t need your help, nor did I ask for it, so if you don’t mind-,”

“What- what’re you doing here?” Wren searched for words as she stood in front of the other, green eyes staring up at them. It was late, she’d been in her pajamas studying, and the last thing she expected was for them to be standing at her door.

“Hello?” Stepping into the car dealership, Wren bit her lip and looked around. Sighing heavily, she hugged her sides and pressed on, searching for someone to help her. “Uh, my car broke down and my phone died, could I borrow a phone- or a tow truck?” She called out.