The bell rings. From the corner of my eye, I see a tall guy coming in with a bright orange bicycle... nice, a crashed racing bike! That'll be expensive to fix. Not complaining though, as I'll be the one doing the fixing, ha!

Mikey is already telling the man where to bring his bike and that it's going to be a costly repair. I leave the back garage and head towards the front of the shop to pick up the bike.

I barely reach the doorway when I recognise him... SHIT. He's wearing a baseball cap and sporty sun glasses but it's him. I slowly back away. It's fine. They haven't noticed me.

"Yo, Lexy!" Double shit.

"Meet James Davis. New customer. Needs his racing bike fixed, like super urgently."

Triple.shit.

I hear the boy's gasp. He's blushing. Yeah, not gonna lie... I think I'm mirroring his shocked expression perfectly. Minus the blushing. And probably waaaaay more mental cursing. OK Lex.... man.the.fuck.up.

I clear my throat and put on my best business smile.

"Hello Mr Davis, how nice to see you again..."