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Chapter Twenty-Two

The annoying beep of my alarm wakes me, forcing me to get out of bed. I didn't come home too late last night, maybe 1 am, but I sure as hell needed more sleep. I don't have to work today, but my motorcycle needs some repairing. And to fix it, I need to be at the garage, knowing it might take a while to figure out what's wrong with it and that I can't just fix it with my own stuff.

I get out of bed and leave out a groan at the same time. I immediately walk into the bathroom, quickly brush my teeth and then take an ice cold shower to properly wake up. I get out of the shower, a towel around my waste and dripping wet hair. Not wanting to lose too much time, I get dressed into a flannel shirt and black sweatpants. My hair left a few wet spots on my shirt, but I try not to pay to much attention on it.

Entering the kitchen, I make myself some black coffee, before gulping it in. I'm not really that hungry, so I just put my shoes on, take my keys and phone and then leave my apartment.

When I'm downstairs, I take my motorcycle and place it in the back of my truck. It was quite heavy, but I managed to lift it up without many effort. Who needs the gym when you can just lift motorcycles and get paid for it, right?

Arriving at the garage, I take my motorcycle out of the truck and place it somewhere I can work on it, without being in the way.

I take all the tools I might need to get to work and then start with a simple checkup. Everything seems to be fine. The engine is running perfectly and there is no sort of leak. The tires are perfectly fine and there is no scratch to be seen. I heavily groan, not being able to find what is wrong.

"What are you doing here son, it's your day off," Grant says, walking inside. I stand up and look at him. "Yeah, there's just some trouble with my motorcycle and I needed to fix it," I tell him, tapping on the seat of my motor. "Although I don't see what is wrong.'"

"Oh, let me check," he says, coming my way. He does the same checkup I did half an hour ago and then chuckles. "Your battery simply needs to be replaced," he tells me and I slightly pucker my lips, wondering how I didn't notice that.

"You always know what's wrong with the vehicles, but now it seems like you've been very distracted," he says to me. "Uhm, yeah, I guess I was," I mumble, scratching the back of my head. "Did something happen?" his worried expression surprises me. "No, well... No nothing happened." Well, that was not very convincing. He clearly noticed that.

"You know what, I'll fix it. You look really tired. Margaret is having breakfast inside, you can wait with her," he tells me. I want to protest and change the battery myself, but this time I give in. I'm actually really tired and the hunger is starting to growl into my stomach, so I guess I'll just go.

I walk towards their house, right next to the garage and knock on the door. Margaret shouts that it's open and I walk in, going towards the dining room.

"Hey, Grant told me to-" My words fade away as I see Alyssa sitting right next to Margaret. "Oh hello Tristan," Margaret smiles at me. "What a coincidence, this lovely girl was just looking for you."

"Hi," Alyssa whispers to me. "What are you doing here?" I ask, without thinking about it. "I was looking for you, but you weren't at your apartment so..." I simply nod, still being a little confused of why she is here. I want to ask, but Margaret's prying eyes say enough. We won't be able to... Discuss why she came here and certainly not now.

"Uhm, is it okay if I eat something here?" I ask the woman who seems to be more than happy that we're here. "Of course, I was making some waffles anyway, I'll bring you guys some," she says, before getting up from her chair and going inside the kitchen. I place my hands on the table and hover over Alyssa.