Lucy

I was mindlessly eavesdropping, catching snippets of conversations around the diner.

Suddenly, a name snagged my attention Viktor. I swiveled on my stool, searching for the source. Two women chatted at a nearby table, then a group of men... Finally, in the far corner, I spotted them.

Discreetly, I scooted closer, grateful for my good hearing. "...Viktor's busy fixing up that old place he bought from the Nelsons," a man with greying temples was saying

His calloused hands, strong even holding a coffee cup, spoke of hard work. Despite his newish jacket, I pegged him as an auto mechanic with grease smudges under his nails. Proud of my deduction skills, I turned to the other man, who I assumed was a farmer.

"Thanks Ben," he said. "Love that old truck. Doesn't need to be done right away... if Viktor even has time."

"Alright then," Ben replied. "I'll give him a call. Actually, he'll be here tomorrow. Covers for me on Mondays, pumps gas and fixes stuff while I catch up on paperwork. I'll ment