She smiled at that, her bundle of tools tucked into the crook of an arm, wrench in the hammer loop on her coverall. She tugged a notepad and a pen out of the front pocket, writing out a quick note before holding it up to him, tucking the pen behind her ear: You sure? I thought it was smaller on the outside.
Her handwriting was much like she was, compact and tidy.
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