By the end of the second work day, Avery’s hair is speckled with white putty.
The signs are gone, and the holes are filled.
EthanYou’re right, you know.
AveryAbout?
EthanYou do know your way around a tool box.
Avery grins, and gives Ethan a playful push on the shoulder.
AveryI knew I should’ve held out for twenty an hour.
EthanI have to admit, you’d be worth every penny.