Chapter 7

He refused to let it ruin his good mood.

The garage door took half an eternity to open, and he stared at Sora’s mess the whole time. How could one person have so much stuff?What did he need all that stuff for?

Ugh. It didn’t matter.

Marc carefully backed his car into the garage. He’d been making small upgrades to the little Corolla for the past year while living with his parents, but they didn’t have a garage, so he’d been pretty restricted on what he could do. Now the only limits were time and money. With no girlfriend or boyfriend, he had plenty of time. The shop he worked at got him discounts on supplies, so there was no time like the present.