I knew that I had made my bed and it was a messy one, but my concern, our concern should be Jalal and his future. Going to the shop made me anxious with butterflies in my tummy. I knew how the inside of the shop worked. From the outside it’s a bunch of greasy men focused on repairs and getting the job done. But on the inside it’s a wel of gossip and man to man talks. That’s why I cringed at the thought of stepping inside. I knew that I had been caled every name in the book and that Jay held no bars with teling him why we weren’t together. This wasn’t a regular job where the boss kept his life separate, they were like a family. Some of the workers had been at the shop with Jay almost as long as it had been opened. My sweaty palms opened the doors to the shop as I nervously approached the front desk. It stil had that cold airy feel like always. Off white wals smudged with oily fingerprints and random postings of posters as a reminder of when to get work done on your car. At one time I made it my business to keep the waiting area of the shop comfortable for guest.
