"Honestly, it's not a big deal—"
"I insist," Kade said firmly. "If you don't let me, I'll feel guilty all day. Seriously, just let me make it right."
Alexander hesitated for a moment. He had a little time before his next meeting, and yeah, his screen was pretty messed up...
"Fine," he said, giving in. "But I'm kind of in a rush."
"Of course, no problem!"
They walked over to the repair shop, a tiny spot wedged between a coffee shop and a dry cleaner. The bell jingled when they walked in.
A middle-aged man behind the counter looked up. "Can I help you?"
"Need a screen replacement," Kade said, grabbing Alexander's phone and handing it over. "How long will it take?"
The shopkeeper took a look at the phone, and for a split second, his eyes darted to Kade, but it was so quick that Alexander almost missed it. "Fifteen minutes. Maybe twenty."
"Awesome," Kade said, pulling out his wallet.
