THE HOOKUP THAT RUINED ME
He stopped when he saw me behind the counter.
"Your mother said the back door hinge was sticking," he said. "I can fix it now, if that is all right," he said.
I met his eyes. "Fix the hinge. That is all," I said.
"Of course," he said.
He set down the toolbox and got to work. I tried to read the order sheet, but I kept noticing the crease between his brows when he concentrated and the way he tested the hinge twice.
When he finished, he packed his tools without lingering.