The Door That Changed Everything
The heavy door shut behind them with a metallic echo that felt louder than usual. Sometimes a sound carries more meaning than it should. That was one of those times.
Inside, the garage seemed warmer. Lily’s eyes moved slowly across the motorcycles lined against the wall, the leather vests hanging from hooks, the tattooed arms and thick boots. I wondered what stories she had been told about men like us.
Travis disappeared into the small kitchenette and returned with a mug of hot chocolate. He handed it to her awkwardly and said, “It’s too sweet for me anyway.”
She accepted it with both hands. “Thank you,” she whispered, so softly we barely heard it.
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