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turn signal missing its glass covering.
                  “Um, yeah.” The most clever answer she could come up with. He nodded down at the light with a smile, and then looked right at her.
                  “I’ll order a new light for you. They don’t make just the glass replacements anymore. You have to replace the whole light socket, but I’ll do it. Can have it here by next week hopefully.” Running his large hand over his lower face he looked down at the car seat sitting next to the front door of the car. Nova cooed and chewed away on toy.
                  “Congratulations, how old is your daughter?” She looked smilingly down at her daughter, then let her eyes wander back up to his, staring intensely into hers.
                  “Her name is Nova, and she’s nine months already. Time goes fast when they’re this little.”
                  He nodded, and looked back down at her daughter. “Didn’t see the baby with you at the parking lot yesterday.”
                  “No, I had a friend sit with her for just a few minutes while I ran into town for some things.”
                  “Oh, okay.” He kept nodding his head. “So, anyway, you want me to order that part for the car?” Change of topic.
                  “Um, yes please. If it’s not too much trouble?”
                  “No problem at all, just need you to come inside and fill out the order information before you leave.” He turned on his heel and pointed her back inside the building again. With Nova’s seat back on her arm, she followed quickly in his steady steps across the floor to the little counter filled up with papers, magazines, and laptop.
                  “So, I need your name, address, and payment information on this piece of paper and then you’re good to go.” He handed her an order sheet and a pen. Their fingers touched slightly as she grabbed the pen from his strong fingers, and something instantly ignited inside her. Immediately she looked up at his face and noticed he must have felt something too, staring right back into her eyes. Quickly he turned away toward the laptop, typing in some random numbers, while she filled out the information needed to place the order. As soon as she was done, she placed the pen next to the sheet and gave him the paper over the counter. He slowly looked it over, and nodded once more.
                  “So, your name is Raylyn? Well, nice to meet you.” He said and kept looking the form over.
                  “Oh, I’m sorry.” She answered. “I should probably have started with that. I didn’t mean to be rude... well, yeah, I’m Raylyn, and you’re Jeff right?” She said, pretending she was thinking really hard trying to remember it from yesterday, even though she knew it as clear as the day.
                  “Yep, Jeff it is.” He said, letting that small smile arrive on his face once more while typing in her information on the screen in front of him.
                  “Jeff as in… Jeff Daniels, the actor perhaps? Or Jeff Gordon, the race car driver?” She hinted jokingly, trying to break the nervous streak she still had going on around him. He smiled a bit bigger, and kept writing.
                  “No, Jefferson Davis actually. My folks were digging deep into the history books when they named me. It’s just not something I usually mention. Jeff for short is fine.” He finally turned around and placed her paper on the counter in front of her. “Alright, Raylyn…” He didn’t make it any further before she cut him off.
                  “I’m Raylyn because my blonde hair made my parents think of rays of sunlight when I was born… sorry, I don’t know why I said that. I’m sorry I interrupted you.” His smile crept up even further, and being this close face to face over the