The next morning after breakfast, I hail a cab and go directly to the repairing center. My KTM Duke is still there with them. Not able to take some time myself, I have managed them to meet me this morning. I have paid extra even though they clearly say there does no need for that. The car won't be necessary for traveling back and forth from my home to ODA, but it will make it easier for me to take Lorrie in the car to take her to the hospital for a check-up. She needs it and also a good psychiatrist.
Leaving the cab, I walk my way to my car and look at the man standing by my car. The man is in his twenties, but that sharp jawline, deep eyes, and well-built body make him look older. I take my car key from him and say, "I am sorry for bothering you this time. But man, you look hot in grey.
