"That’s it?" the man laughed, reaching for his wallet. "You barely did anything. Why should I pay you for ten seconds of work?"
Sathya didn't rush. She listened to the car like it was breathing. She popped the hood, tightened a single bolt near the battery terminal, and told him to start it. The clicking was gone. "That’s it
Sathya looked him in the eye. "You aren't paying for the ten seconds it took to turn the wrench. You’re paying for the ten years I spent learning which bolt was loose while everyone else told me a woman shouldn't be under a hood." "That’s it?" the man laughed