章 976: Amending Mistakes

The only thing I can remember from the journey from my house to Rudy's shop was that the car was laden with a fresh minty smell and that the driver didn't say a single word to me from point A to B.

Impeccable five-star customer service if you ask just about anyone, and I made sure to reward him as such—plus a hefty tip. Given how peachy the morning started off for me, you bet I'm feeling extra philanthropic today. 

Rudy was there to meet me by the entrance, lazing on the left of a pair of rickety plastic chairs propped up against the entrance, soot-coated fingers hanging on the handle of a steaming mug. Going by the barren state of his lot and the shutters to his shop hanging only half-open, actual business hours were still a good while away. 

He saw me approaching and stood up quick, the wrinkles forming on his kind expression bearing the signs of good news.