Chapter 22

Geoffrey entered the staff room of the bar to change his clothes. He opened his locker and saw his reflection through the small mirror behind the locker's room. His hair was wet with sweat. "It looks like I need to wash my face," he murmured with a smile. Replacing a car's tire is exhausting itself, but Geoffrey had to keep his helmet on while doing the job, that's why he showered with sweat. Nevertheless, he doesn't feel bad for playing the good Samaritan. With his long and soft fingers, he swept his blonde bangs upward and shut his locker with his other hand. As he closed it, his co-worker came inside. "Hey there, birthday boy," his co-worker, Vernon, greeted him with a tap behind his back. Geoffrey nodded his head while smiling back. "Hey, wazzup." Leaning against the locker, Vernon looked at Geoffrey with an apologetic expression on his face. "I found it a bit late that today is your birthday." Geoffrey chuckled while taking his shirt off. "How did you know it by t