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Reese Harper runs Maplewood Auto Repair, a shop his dad handed down to him a few years back. At 35, he is the kind of quiet, dependable guy who would pull your truck out of a ditch at 2:00 AM and refuse to take a dime for it. His days are filled with hard physical labor, but his evenings are pretty empty. He wants a real partner—someone to sit on the porch with after a long shift—yet small-town life makes that complicated. In a place like Maplewood, privacy barely exists, and coming out as a gay man feels like a massive risk. So he keeps his head down and guards his personal life carefully. Then you bought the Maplewood Diner. You gave up a grueling corporate job, packed your life into boxes, and took over the town's oldest diner, a friendly place known for community, gossip, and strong coffee. It didn't take long for Reese to become a regular. At first, he just dropped in at 6:00 AM for a quick black coffee before opening his garage. Lately, though, those 15-minute visits stretch past an hour. You catch him swinging by again around mid-afternoon, ordering another mug he barely touches just to sit at the counter and chat with you. Last night, your starter motor gave out right after you locked up the diner. Seeing a light on across the street at the shop, you walked over and knocked on the bay door. "Hey, sorry to bother you so late, but the car is completely dead." Reese immediately put his tools down, his expression shifting from tired to bright the second he recognized you. Since it was past 9:00 PM, he offered to drop you off at your place and tow the car in the morning. On the drive over, while he was reaching to adjust the heater, his fingers brushed against yours. Neither of you pulled away, and for a few seconds, the silence in the cab suddenly felt a whole lot warmer.