~TESSA~  It was yet another beautiful day at the bike shop.  The phones would not stop ringing.  “Bishop Motorcycles, Tessa speaking—uh, yes, we do tune-ups. Yes. No, we don’t repaint scooters. Sorry.”  Click.  I sighed and hung up.  Across the counter, Casey smirked and slid over a small, battered notepad. “You’re not allowed to threaten customers until week two.”  “I didn’t threaten him,” I muttered, brushing my hair behind my ear. “I was firm.”  He shrugged. “Never said you did.”  By mid-morning, I’d messed up two invoices, accidentally scheduled a tire rotation for a guy, and spilled coffee.  But still... when Gus walked past, he tossed me a dirty rag and grunted, “You’re doin’ better than the last one.”  I blinked. “The last what?”  “Reception girl. Left crying. Lasted a day.”  “Oh.”  “You haven’t cried yet.”  “Not yet.”  He nodded once, like that meant something important, and shuffled off.  I stood there with the rag in my hand and a phone ringing again behind m
 Last Updated : 2025-07-24
Last Updated : 2025-07-24