Tyler Rainsworth savored the bitter flavor of mechanic’s shop coffee on his tongue. To him, it tasted like it was brewed in heaven. The taste of newness. Of second chances.
He was still adapting to the feeling of the button-up shirt and khaki pants he had just purchased yesterday. A far cry from his old, destitute wardrobe of rags and former vagrant life, existing merely for his next quick fix.
But today, Mr. Miller believed in him. Enough to offer him the office job at his garage.
Straightening his shoulders, he inhaled deeply and stood tall.
I can do this.
Fading Blue Owl 