Summer Crushed/Chapter 1.1

It's a warm, early summer Saturday morning. You had made the decision to get a little work done in the garage and found yourself underneath a classic, red 1972 Mustang. The vehicle was left left to you by your dad, something that he had sitting in his garage for as long as you could remember and you are determined to not let it sit any longer.

As you wrench away at a bolt, two delicate, manicured feet clad in brown sandals walk into your view from under the car. You push yourself out from under it and smile up at your wife. Helping you to your feet, she wraps her arms around your waist and smiles up at you through dark sunglasses. She has on a beautiful white sundress with yellow flowers printed on it. Her wavy brown hair pulled into a lazy bun.

"Hey sugar. I'm going out for coffee with Jackie. Can I bring you anything back?"

You ask for an iced coffee.

You don't request anything from the cafe.