Paige set a mug of tea down on the desk, next to where Happy was screwing some contraption together. The mechanic eyed her questioningly.

"I thought you looked like you could use something to drink."

"Thank you," Happy said, monotone, before going back to her work.

Paige sat down on the stool across from Happy. "Hey, is everything okay?"

"Yeah, why wouldn't it be?" she responded without looking up.

"You seem a little… off today."

That made Happy pause. It was exactly what she had said to Toby the night before, when he had zoned out in the middle of a conversation over dinner.

If she was being truthful, Happy was feeling off. For the past four weeks, Toby hadn't been himself. He had started leaving the room to take phone calls, making lame excuses for being too busy to hang out. Happy couldn't decide what annoyed her more: his odd behavior, or the fact that it was making her act like a clingy schoolgirl as she tried to figure out its cause.

She wouldn't even admit it to herself, but she was worried she had pushed him away. He'd fawned over her for years, and she had berated him for it, and when she'd finally said yes the relationship was totally on her terms. They had barely been dating for a month when she'd forced him to stop gambling, under threat of having to watch her entirely break down on the roof.

No one else was in the garage at the moment. Sly and Cabe had gone home for the night, and Walter had offered to take Ralph to see some action movie. Toby had left alone, as he was doing more and more lately. She'd asked if he wanted to go see the movie with Walter and Ralph, but he said he wasn't feeling up to it. He'd told her he would stop by her place in a few hours, if she wanted, and she'd agreed. She couldn't help but wonder what he would do in that time.

She didn't really want to talk to Paige about any of this, but all the feelings that had been consuming her when she was lying alone in her bed were coming up, and she found herself holding back tears.

"Happy? What's wrong?"

"I think Toby's cheating on me."

She didn't know where it came from. The thought had never occurred to her before, but now that the words were out, she realized she truly believed them. Paige's eyes widened.

"Cheating on you? Why do you think that?"

Happy explained Toby's evasive behavior. "What if that's where he goes every night when he leaves early?"

"Happy, I really don't think-"

Happy jumped up, grabbing her bag. Her insecurities had calmed enough for her to be mortified at her display of emotion. A lust for action had taken hold of her, in an effort to take back her vulnerability. She started walking towards the door.

"Happy, where are you going?"

"I'm going to find him."

"Toby? You don't know where he is." Paige followed her.

"I may not be a hacking genius, but I know how to triangulate a cell phone."


Paige objected to the premise of spying on her friend, but she was worried about what Happy might do if she was alone and found Toby doing some less-than-wholesome extracurricular activities. She couldn't believe Toby would cheat on Happy, but she'd spent enough time around addicts to know what relapse behavior looked like.

They traced his phone to a diner a couple miles from the garage. Probably not a poker hotspot, but the location did nothing to abate Happy's suspicions of another woman.

The diner had huge glass windows along every wall, allowing the two women to sit in Happy's truck outside while looking for Toby. It didn't take long to find him; he was seated right by the front door, across from an attractive woman that neither Paige nor Happy recognized.

Paige saw Happy grinding her teeth in anger, and placed one hand over hers.

"They're probably just friends."

"What are the odds Toby has friends that we don't know about?"

Paige had nothing to say to that.

They sat in the truck for about ten minutes before Toby got up. He hugged the woman, and then walked outside to his car. Paige thought for a moment that Happy might jump out and strangle him on the spot, but she just ducked behind the dashboard, out of sight. Paige followed suit.

They both stayed still for a minute after they heard Toby drive away, and then Happy opened her door.

"What are you doing?" Paige asked.

Happy ignored her and started to walk determinedly towards the diner door. Paige tried to grab her arm, but she shook loose.

They both reached the table, where the woman still sat, at the same time. She was typing something on her phone, but looked up when she saw Happy's shadow come over her.

"Hello, can I help you?"

"Yes. I'd like to know what you were doing with that man." Happy pointed in the vague direction of where Toby's car had been moments before.

"I'm sorry, who are you?"

"I'm his girlfriend."

The woman's face lit up in recognition. "You must be Happy!" She stood up and wrapped Happy, who was too shocked to protest, in a hug. "Toby has told me so much about you."

"He talks about his girlfriend with the woman he's sleeping with?"

The woman cocks her head in confusion. "What? No, I'm not sleeping with him." She says it almost laughingly.

Happy's brow knits. "So he's not cheating on me?"

"Cheating on you? Of course not. He loves you so much – you're all he ever talks about."

"Then who the hell are you?"

"Happy," Paige muttered, touching her shoulder, but the woman replied without skipping a beat.

"I'm Christine. I'm his sponsor."