Camila was new to the neighborhood. She was short too (1.55m), with curly hair and a quiet smile that didn't need noise to be noticed. She ran the small bakery next door.
Léo grunted. "Call a mechanic."
"But he hurt you."
That was his defusing. He dropped the wrench.
But instead of turning around, he looks into her eyes and whispers, "Not worth it."
Léo hears it. He tenses. Camila feels his hand tighten.
The guy laughed. "Relax, anão . It was an accident."
"Your exhaust pipe is rattling," she said, handing him a warm pão de queijo . "It’s annoying my customers."