It was a small shop, more like a glorified garage. But the tools were good and well kept which said a lot about how the shop worked. She liked that, neat but not fussy, clean but not sterile, well used but not broken. It was comfortable.

The car he was working on seemed in old but good condition too. But she was more interested in the bike he'd told her about.

She walked toward it when he pointed it out, immediately dropping down to take a look at the engine and mounting. "Yeah, a coke would be great, thanks."