Georgia tilted her head and leaned forward, and she found that there was indeed a small truck parked in the middle of the road.
The truck driver was fiddling with the rear wheel of the car, as if there was something wrong with the car.
“Go down and ask what’s going on.”
"Okay..."
The driver opened the car door and went to check the situation. Georgia leaned back on the backrest again, feeling irritable. It was already not going well, and such an unfortunate thing happened. She did know why a truck was here, and she had not ordered anything.
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