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so the sun, it can shine on me, and the clouds they can roll away (open to all)
Davin missed a lot of things while he was being held in that warehouse, but coffee was up high on the list. By the second day, he was feeling the lack of caffeine and the added headache wasn't doing him any favors. The first few days back, he didn't want to leave his apartment. James or Mira would bring him coffee from Quill, or he'd fire up his little coffeemaker in his kitchen. He was allowed a few days of being lazy, he thought. Or fear disguised as laziness, if he's honest with himself.
But he needs to get back into in the swing of things. He hasn't really seen anyone aside from James, Mira, and Raleigh, and he doesn't really have any idea of what happened while he and Spencer were gone. He just knows that he needs to get back to his real life. He needs to put the kidnapping and the torture and all that behind him, and needs to keep moving forward.
He can start by going to get his own coffee. He takes a shower and puts himself together as much as he can, wrinkling his nose at his reflection in the mirror. His face is still bruised, and he has stitches above one cheekbone and a small line of them at his temple, where he was initially knocked out with the wrench. His right hand is in a cast and he walks stiffly, thanks to his cracked ribs, but he goes outside anyway.
It's a nice day and the sun is shining, and that's something that Davin will never take advantage of again. He went days without seeing the sun, or feeling any sort of warmth, and now he smiles when he feels it on his skin, and feels the soft breeze ruffling his hair. It's a short walk to Quill, but he takes his time. He feels stiff from all his healing injuries and inactivity, and he just wants to enjoy the sun for a little longer.
People are staring at him, whispering to each other as they pass, and Davin knows that word got around town. There are people who will see he and Spencer as victims, and he supposes they are, but they're so much more than that. They're survivors, and they're strong, no matter what. So Davin keeps his chin up, and he keeps walking.
But he needs to get back into in the swing of things. He hasn't really seen anyone aside from James, Mira, and Raleigh, and he doesn't really have any idea of what happened while he and Spencer were gone. He just knows that he needs to get back to his real life. He needs to put the kidnapping and the torture and all that behind him, and needs to keep moving forward.
He can start by going to get his own coffee. He takes a shower and puts himself together as much as he can, wrinkling his nose at his reflection in the mirror. His face is still bruised, and he has stitches above one cheekbone and a small line of them at his temple, where he was initially knocked out with the wrench. His right hand is in a cast and he walks stiffly, thanks to his cracked ribs, but he goes outside anyway.
It's a nice day and the sun is shining, and that's something that Davin will never take advantage of again. He went days without seeing the sun, or feeling any sort of warmth, and now he smiles when he feels it on his skin, and feels the soft breeze ruffling his hair. It's a short walk to Quill, but he takes his time. He feels stiff from all his healing injuries and inactivity, and he just wants to enjoy the sun for a little longer.
People are staring at him, whispering to each other as they pass, and Davin knows that word got around town. There are people who will see he and Spencer as victims, and he supposes they are, but they're so much more than that. They're survivors, and they're strong, no matter what. So Davin keeps his chin up, and he keeps walking.
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He holds up the hand with the cast and shrugs a little. "But I need to tend t'the books an' do the behind the scenes stuff while my diligent staff does the dirty work."
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"We're happy to do the dirty work while you laze about in your office like the King of the World," Cam teased back. "Just know that if you decide to start being a back seat mechanic, we might have to talk."
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"Well, they do say it's good t'be king," Davin says with a smile, stepping forward to place his order only to find that it's already been made. The girl behind the counter, Wendy, tells Davin how good it is to see him and refuses to let him pay, so he just thanks her and wraps his hand gratefully around the hot cup, cheeks pink as he makes his way over to a table while Cam follows. "So, did I miss anythin' excitin'?"
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"I wish I could say yes, but not much really went on," Cam told him as he took a seat. "We kind of went through the motions, but we were all worried about you, boss."
He took a sip from his cup then shrugged. "Or I could make up some wild tales of '67 Mustangs coming in for oil changes, trips to the BMW speed course, or taking a Maserati out on the open road during my free time. That sounds much more exciting than oil changes and brake pads."
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James said that the garage was an active crime scene for a day or so, but he doesn't know much else. He trusts Cam and Jason, and he knew that it was in good hands. He is itching to get back, though. He laughs a little at Cam's comment and shakes his head. "I do admire your restraint."
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"Not a problem," Cam returned with a smirk. "And yes, we got it all cleaned up and put back to rights."
He didn't want to mention the few bad moments he'd had before they'd been able to clean the blood up off the floor. The window replacement had been the easier part, and had at least given him a sense of accomplishment and not the impotence of having no way to find his boss.
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"I've been thinkin' about havin' some sort of customer appreciation day once everythin' gets settled," Davin tells him. "Food, drinks, sorta like a little fair. D'ya think that would be a good idea?"
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"I think I've never seen a business go wrong giving people food, drinks and fun," Cam responded with a laugh. "But seriously, I think it sounds like a great idea. Might even have a little area with some cleaned off spare parts and tools for kids to mess around with. Give them a place to get their hands on, they're less likely to try and get into the garage and after things that might bite back."
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Cam's mind was already spinning with potential ideas to draw people in, but he kept them unspoken for now. He'd think about it and bring up his ideas when they met, and after he'd had a chance to think them over more. "And considering summer isn't the oppressive beast here that it is down south, I think we'll get a good turnout, too. Where I'm from, anything that takes place outside in summer had better have some way to stay cool or people will give it a pass."
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"Aye, that's for sure," Davin says with a chuckle. He stirs his coffee and takes another sip, looking down at the tips of his bruised fingers that stick out of his cast, wiggling them a little and wrinkling his nose. "Maybe for Labor Day. Let's shoot for that, huh?"