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Chapter 1/10: Heart 1721 words

Dewdrop is a barista in a college town. He’s sworn off romance for the time being- he doesn’t have time for it. He’s an adult with a job, he doesn’t have time for dating and inevitable heartbreak. Until a hot nursing student with an ass to rival the gods walks in. Oh fuck. And he’s got puppy eyes. Oh FUCK. A story told in the space of nine coffee shop purchases and a freebie.

Behold, the quinessential (no pun intended) coffee shop au that every fanfic author writes eventually. I need hot nursing student Aether and pathetic sopping wet barista Dew to have gay t4t sex.

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Dew cracks open his energy drink with his teeth as his other hand haphazardly pulls his apron over his head. The strap catches on the butterfly clip holding his hair back and yanks it out of place. Dew hisses in pain as it tugs on his hair and manages to catch it before it hits the floor.

“Hungover again?” Cirrus asks sympathetically as she passes with a tray of pastries. Dew grunts and shakes his head.

“Nah. Couldn’t sleep.” It’s only semi-true, he’d in fact been having a marathon of 80s horror movies. He’d awoken to Rain slinking out of his room at 11 to make coffee, leaving only thirty minutes to throw on clean clothes before he had to be at work. Luckily the little cafe tucked between a furniture store and a Mediterranean restaurant was only a fifteen minute walk from his apartment. The benefits of living in a college town, he supposes.

“I can let you off early so you can go home for a nap,” Cirrus offers. “Tuesdays are slow in the afternoons anyway.”

“That would be amazing, thanks Cir.” Dew sighs and takes a sip of his energy drink. He bends the tab of the can up, clamps it between his teeth, and pulls his hair back. Wrapping it into a loose bun, he secures it with the butterfly clip and retrieves his can from its precarious position.

“You’re gonna chip a tooth like that,” Swiss provides unhelpfully from his place at the sink. “And god knows if the dental insurance here will cover that.”

“I’ll be fine.” Dew rolls his eyes. “Focus on those muffin pans, dish boy.”

Swiss flips him a soapy middle finger, but Dew has turned and walked out of the kitchen by then. He downs about half of his red bull, stifles a burp behind his hand, and taps Aurora out at the register.

“Ohhh, thank god.” Rory sighs, dropping her customer service face. “There were two Karens half an hour ago. One right after the other. Fuckin’ exhausting.” Her bright pink lipstick is slightly smeared, evidence of her bad habit of chewing on her lips. “I need a drink…”

“It’s noon. Go steal a croissant from the kitchen instead. Thanks for putting me in the line of fire, by the way.” Dew rolls his eyes playfully. “Go smack Swiss’s ass for me.”

“Yessir!” Rory gives a two-finger salute before scurrying off into the kitchen. Dew sighs and resigns himself to the following hours of tedious interaction. A moment later, there’s a squawk from the kitchen followed by a squeal from Aurora.

A chai latte, a caramel macchiato, two vanilla lattes, two drip coffees, an Italian soda, and a needlessly complicated order that Dew can’t even begin to remember later, he’s only a quarter of the way through his shift. At least it’s a quiet day. The regulars from the local college usually come in before classes or on weekends to study.

Dew props his elbow on the counter and rests his chin in his hand, letting his mind wander. He’s been saving up for a cool guitar pedal and managed to find it on Ebay for half the price, but he is in a bidding war for it. He’d sneak a peek at the listing on his phone while the cafe was relatively quiet but he’d left it in his bag. Shit.

He straightens up, cracks his back, and begins reorganizing the supplies behind the bar. His fingers are getting twitchy from the caffeine kicking in. He curses his health insurance for not covering ADHD medication so he can actually function as a person. Or mood stabilizers. Or even therapy.

The door swings open again as Dew is cleaning the steam wand on the espresso machine. He sets the wet rag on the counter and turns to see- oh wow. His grumpy mood is instantly forgotten.

An absolute Greek god of a man stands near the doorway, scanning the drinks menu. He’s tall, built like a brick wall with just the right amount of chub, and- from what Dew can see- an ass to die for. If he were a slightly weaker man, he would vault over the counter, drop to his knees, and choke himself unconscious on that man’s dick.

He shifts his weight and bites his tongue in annoyance. Stupid fucking high libido. He doesn’t have time to be creaming his pants at work. He’s not above using his break to jerk off in the bathroom, though…

Someone clears their throat. Big Sexy (as he’s decided to call the man) stands before him, fidgeting with his fingers.

“Oh, are you ready to order?” Dew asks, hoping to any higher powers above and/or below that he hadn’t been staring.

“Yeah. Can I get a… actually, what do you recommend?” Big Sexy asks, cocking his head adorably. Dew feels hypnotized by his dark blue eyes. “This is my first time here, I’ve been meaning to check it out for a while but kept forgetting.” He shrugs apologetically.

“Oh- yeah,” Dew stammers a bit. “I, uh, my go-to is a cold brew with hazelnut syrup and about half of one of those creamer cups.” He points at the side counter where a small shelf holds straws, sugar packets, and other extras. “You could add more cream if you want, I just like it a little bitter.”

I wonder what his cream tastes like, his horny brain supplies helpfully. Dew gives that part of his brain a mental smack and turns his attention back to Big Sexy.

“Alright, I’ll have that. Medium, please.” Big Sexy reaches into his back pocket for his wallet. Dew enters the order into the register, glad to pull his eyes away from Big Sexy’s.

“That’s $4.25.” Dew grabs a clear cup from a stack and jots down the order as Big Sexy swipes his card. “And can I get a name for the order?”

“Oh- Aether. A-E-T-H-E-R.” Big Sexy- Aether replies, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Aether…” Dew mumbles to himself as he scribbles down the name. “Sick name. Your parents must’ve been cool.”

“Actually, I uh- I named myself. Had a weird phase when I was 15 and it kind of… stuck.” Aether seems a little embarrassed by this, rubbing the back of his neck.

Dew pauses for a moment to consider this information. Aether could just be a nickname, or… well, Dew had renamed himself at 13. There could be a possibility that Aether was trans, just like him, but he didn’t want to get his hopes up. Instead he turns to begin making the drink.

“I’ll have it for you in a minute,” he tells Aether, physically restraining himself from sneaking another glance at those pretty blue eyes. That would have been weird, and he really doesn’t want to scare this guy off.

Dew finishes making the coffee almost on autopilot. He wants to ask questions- was he a student at the local college? If yes, what did he study? Did he have a private dorm room? Would he be willing to fuck Dew until-

Good lord, get your shit together. Dew thinks, giving his head a shake. Your break’s in half an hour. You can fantasize then.

He slides the finished drink across the counter with a little creamer cup on top. “Aether? Here ya go.” He didn’t really need to call out the order name since there wasn’t anyone else waiting, but he liked saying it. Aether. Ay-ther. It was a cool name.

“Thanks, uh…” Aether’s eyes dart down to Dew’s nametag. “Dew. That’s, ah- that’s a cool name too.”

“Thanks. Picked it out myself.” Dew rarely genuinely smiles at customers, but the grin he gives Aether is 100% real. “You’ll never guess what it’s short for.”

“Hmm… Dewey? Dwight?” Aether cocks his head again, not unlike a puppy. Dew shakes his head.

“Nope.” Dew turns back to the machines, picking up his discarded cleaning rag. “You can keep trying, I doubt you’ll get it.”

“Guess I’ll have to keep coming back.” Aether chuckles. “Do you guys have a punch card by any chance?”

Dew sputters, left reeling by the comment. God, he’s pathetic. The mere suggestion that Aether might be coming back makes his heart flutter like a teen with their first crush. Oh fuck, was this a crush? He’s too old to be having those.

“Um- yeah, let me get one for you.” Dew turns back to the register to hopefully hide any blush he had and retrieves a punch card from the drawer under the counter. He remembers to grab the hole puncher too and clicks a hole in the first space on the card. It was a heart today, of all shapes. “Here.”

“Thanks so much.” Aether gives Dew a smile and poor Dew can do nothing but stare at his stupid, gorgeous puppy eyes. “I’ll make sure to come back.”

“Y-yeah, see you soon then.” Dew manages to say with a nod. He watches Aether leave- Good lord, that ass is a sight to behold- and decides to take his break early. He taps Swiss in and makes for the back door of the kitchen.

Leaning against the wall next to the dumpster, he lights up a cigarette and takes a long drag. His head tips back against the brick wall as he exhales the smoke. God… pull it together. You are twenty-four. You have a job and hobbies. You absolutely CANNOT be having a puppy crush on a CUSTOMER. Especially one you’ve only interacted with for five minutes. This is pathetic. Finish your cig and go do your job so you can get paid and be a functioning adult.

Dew does just that- smokes his cigarette down to the filter, stubs it out on the wall, tosses the butt into the dumpster, pops a mint in his mouth, and re-enters the kitchen. 

The rest of his shift goes… fine, he guesses. He downs another red bull, banters with Swiss, gets scolded by Cumulus for “using kitchen equipment unsafely” (closing an oven with his hip), and manages to interact with customers without accumulating an HR report.

On his walk home, the darkening autumn sky is remarkably close to a certain shade of blue. Dew grits his teeth and turns his gaze to the sidewalk.

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chapter one

Suresh Desilva never imagined himself buying someone an engagement ring. His dream life included an impressive law school degree and a cushy job in corporate litigation that allowed him plenty of money and time off to travel the world with whichever pretty girl he felt like bringing along. It was all going to plan. That was, until he started seeing Catherine. And all the visions of wedding bells and picket fences that seemed to follow her around.  - Pre-villa. Two proposals gone wrong.

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Suresh Desilva never imagined himself buying someone an engagement ring.

His dream life included an impressive law school degree and a cushy job in corporate litigation that allowed him plenty of money and time off to travel the world with whichever pretty girl he felt like bringing along. And it was all going to plan.

That was, until he started seeing Catherine. And all the visions of wedding bells and picket fences that seemed to follow her around. 

They'd met at a bookstore in the science fiction section. Classic meet-cute. Suresh had been there buying a novel as a gift for one of his nerdier friends from law school but seeing Catherine had made him want to pretend to care about the books she was browsing just to impress her.

He was smooth, asked her out in the same way he did with other girls, and she'd accepted his number despite a skeptical attitude. It had helped that he bought the book she’d wanted for her. Otherwise, she might not have looked his way at all.

Over coffee a week after the bookstore, Suresh learned that Catherine was a Junior Doctor, specializing in cardiovascular surgery. He was thrilled to have met someone as dedicated to their work as he was to his. A doctor and a lawyer, he’d joked, they’d make a great pair.

Suresh had always thought of himself as charming, but getting to know Catherine made him realize that he’d been doing things all wrong. He was charming in a one-size-fits-all way. He walked into a room like a forest fire, expected the world to bend to his will just because it always had.

Catherine, on the other hand, was a slow burn. A pilot light. Reliable but oft overlooked. A tiny flame just for those that bothered to venture close enough. She didn’t charm strangers just by nature of being, she charmed those she cared to charm with painstaking effort. Learning this, like everything else with Catherine, took some time.

She was busier than he was—a first for him, he'd always had girls on his schedule and not the other way around. Many of their dates happened on carefully planned coffee runs in between meetings (Suresh) and during rare lunch breaks from the clinic (Catherine), but they made it work.

It took a beat for Suresh to realize that Catherine taking the time to get to know him at all was a sign of interest and an act of service. Her schedule didn’t allow for frivolous dating and neither did her personality. He kicked himself for not realizing sooner and planned an elaborate dinner to celebrate the milestone of him overcoming his ignorance.

He asked her to be his girlfriend that night and she’d accepted on the grounds of a contract they drew up on a bar napkin. A contract according to Catherine, that is. Suresh refused to endorse the legality of her shoddy document, even though he agreed to the terms wholeheartedly. The bar napkin vows were simple. They would both put their careers first unless things became serious enough to revisit. They would both do their best to communicate problems as they arose. Most importantly, they were exclusive as long as Suresh wanted to be. Catherine didn’t have time to worry about whether or not he was being loyal to her, so she gave him an easy out. They would separate painlessly if they needed to separate.

It had pained Suresh to see such a manifestation of relationship anxiety from Catherine. But he understood her hesitation, humored her, signed his name along a dotted line drawn in pen.

Turned out, the secret to getting a guy like Suresh to want to settle down was an equal match. Catherine worked like a foil to Suresh in all the best ways.

His old tricks didn’t work on her, and her occasional coldness wasn’t enough to keep him at bay. Both of them, though, knew the value of something that took a bit of effort.

After they became official, the relationship took on a whole new form. Catherine slept over after dinner that night and they’d had sex for the first time. Subsequently, she began sleeping over regularly. Often she would visit him late—early, she argued—after long hours of hospital rotations. It helped that Suresh lived near by the hospital. Catherine enjoyed the plausible deniability of a good excuse.

Six months passed without either of them really noticing.

In that time, Suresh learned that he enjoyed the slow burn. He learned that he liked letting her surgeon-steady hand stoke the flames. He learned that things didn’t have to flare up and fizzle out after a thrilling chase at a bar. They could build and rest, wax and wane. Live, breath, settle in.

It frightened and amazed Suresh all at once the way this thing between them felt built to last. And despite both of their reservations, things were beginning to get serious. Which brought him to the engagement ring.

They’d just wrapped up a two week holiday in Bora Bora. And while the trip had been idyllic, perfect days and exciting nights, Suresh found that he was excited to return home to the routines he and Catherine had settled into parallel each other.

It was fast for an engagement—lightning speed for a playboy like Suresh—but he’d heard the old adage. When you know, you know. And, fuck, he knew.

He paid for wifi on the plane to order the ring. Smiled at the secret as Catherine dozed with her head on his shoulder.

-

Suresh had never taken anyone home to meet his family, but he invited Catherine to Christmas in Edinburgh without a second thought. It had been a month since their trip to Bora Bora and Catherine had yet to mention any holiday plans with her own family.

“Come home with me,” he said, muting himself on the call with his mum, “for Christmas, I mean.”

Catherine shrugged, looking him up and down from her favorite place on his couch. Sitting, like she usually did, with a coffee in one hand and a patient file in the other.

“I haven’t got any plans.”

Suresh beamed as he returned to the call with his mother. “Yes, Catherine’s coming.”

He was a changed man, holding her hand under the table as they ate Christmas dinner with his family. Proposing on Christmas was a cliché that Suresh couldn’t bring himself to stoop to, but he was tempted as he watched her chat with his little sister. Laughing behind her hand, trading jokes with his dad and recipes with his mum.

The ring was in Suresh’s suitcase. Gold with stark white gems. A classic, just like Catherine herself. He carried it with him everywhere, even if he wasn’t sure when he intended to use it.

“This food is amazing,” Catherine told Suresh’s mother, dabbing the corner of her mouth gingerly with a cloth napkin, despite there being nothing there. “You’ll have to teach me how to make it.”

“I’ll send you the recipe.” Suresh’s mom beamed.

As much as he loved Catherine in particular, Suresh imagined that his parents would have been happy meeting any of his girlfriends. He could tell that they were just excited to be let into his life. He’d been guiltily aloof since moving out for school. Not quite estranged, but something approaching it.

The scene before him was pure familial bliss, a perfect contrast to the mercurial years he’d spent alone, flitting between bright office buildings and pretty girls and exotic destinations.

He squeezed Catherine’s hand under the table. He loved her. He’d told her so, weeks before, but he was still in awe at how much he meant it.

He loved her.

“I’ve got to get better at cooking,” Catherine said. “My older brother loved cooking when I was younger, so my parents didn’t have as much time to teach me.”

“I’ll tutor you any time.” Suresh’s mum tipped her wine glass in Catherine’s direction. “The door is always open. You’ll need to learn before you’re married!”

Catherine blushed, shifted in her seat.

“Amma,” Suresh groaned, feigning annoyance to save Catherine but feeling warm inside even still. “Don’t be like that. I wouldn’t mind cooking for us.”

He cooked for them plenty already, loving anticipating one of Catherine's visits and providing a hot meal when he knew her hospital days were fueled completely by vending machine snacks and cold cafeteria sandwiches. 

“Maybe Suresh can teach you.” His mum winked, not missing a beat. “I’ve taught him well enough.”

Suresh’s cooking ability was a side-effect of his older sister’s tendency toward feminism and nothing else, but he was glad for it in that moment. Aashvi had rebelled against the idea that she’d have to learn how to run a household just because she was a girl, so their parents thwarted her by becoming egalitarian. Suresh, just a year and a half younger than his older sister, had learned to cook right alongside her.

He was a better cook than Aashvi, now. And more tidy than his younger sister, Dayani.

Catherine, on the other hand, had been raised by parents almost too progressive for their own good. She hadn’t shown an interest in cooking like her brother, so she wasn’t taught. Most of her meals at home came from beginner-friendly meal subscription kits. And, even then, her abilities were questionable.

Suresh didn’t mind, though. Completely antithetical to his stoic nature, he liked the idea of caring for Catherine like his mother had cared for his father and sisters.

As Catherine helped Suresh’s mother clear the table, Dayani held back, giving Suresh a meaningful look as she pulled him aside. His younger sister was in high school, now, but he still saw a child whenever he looked at her. He wondered when she’d started carrying around an iPhone and sending memes to her friends via Snapchat rather than reading children’s fantasy books alone in her room.

“I like her,” Dayani said. That much was obvious, she’d been holding court at the dinner table all night, trying to impress Catherine.

Suresh pinched her cheek. “I know.”

“Whatcha talking about?” Catherine rejoined them, giving Dayani a sly look. “Any good gossip?”

“Desilva business,” Suresh said. He threw an arm over Catherine’s shoulders. “Maybe we’ll get married someday and let you in on all the family secrets.”

“Hah,” Catherine deadpanned.

“Until then…” Suresh mimed zipping his lips and throwing the key toward Dayani, who caught the invisible key out of the air with a flourish.

Catherine smiled. “You two are so cute. It’s a shame Aashvi couldn’t make it, I was looking forward to meeting her.”

“Right.” Suresh grimaced. His relationship with the older of his two sisters was much less fun. Strained at best, soul-sucking at worst. He hadn’t told Catherine much about it, but it was probably for the best that Aashvi hadn’t made it to celebrate Christmas with them.

She stood on tiptoes to kiss his cheek. “Maybe next year.”

“Ew,” Dayani joked, “get a room.”

Suresh laughed. “Will do.”

“Gross.”

The room in question was Suresh’s childhood bedroom, now made into a guest bedroom. The single bed had been upgraded to a double once Suresh had gotten a good job and a nice flat and his parents accepted that he’d probably not be moving back in for a very long time. He was grateful that he and Catherine didn’t have to squeeze into a twin bed or sleep on an air mattress in the living room like Aashvi and her partner had done in the past.

Though the bed was different, the rest of the room had remained pretty well intact. His posters from high school had been replaced with family photos—overflow from Mum's scrapbooks, surely. His bookshelves, though, still held rows of mystery novels and textbooks, as well as trophies from debate club and souvenir trinkets from various breaks visiting his parents’ families in Sri Lanka.

“Aw, you didn’t tell me we were staying in little Suresh’s room!” Catherine made pouty-eyes at him and exaggerated the sentence with a cutesy voice. She lingered at the bookshelf, ogling a framed debate club photo.

Suresh rolled his eyes. “I wasn’t sure we were.”

“You haven’t been back here much, have you?” She asked, voice approaching a more serious tone. Catherine was always just one errant thought away from a serious discussion. She didn’t have the time nor desire to keep her anxieties to herself now that she trusted Suresh to hold them.

He turned, knitting his brows at her. “What makes you ask?”

“Your family treats you a bit like a celebrity,” she said, “like maybe this is a special occasion.”

Feeling caught, Suresh took his usual tact for when he didn’t have the words to help her feel better. He pulled Catherine into a loose embrace, turned his voice to silk. His presence was soothing enough, so long as he wasn’t the reason for her fears.

“It is a special occasion, baby.”

“Okay, yeah, it’s Christmas.” Catherine laughed. “But, I mean.”

“No.” He pulled her closer, kissed above the neckline of her red sweater. “Because you’re here.”

“Ah.” Catherine hummed, leaning her head to the side to allow him access to her neck. Her pensive look remained when Suresh pulled back, though, so he resigned himself to the truth.

“I’ve never brought anyone home before,” he admitted, “I’ve never felt the need to with anyone else.”

“Oh.” Catherine examined him with a frown. The stethoscope was missing, but he half expected her to ask him to turn and cough so she could diagnose the root of his family issue.

“I didn’t know that,” she said, finally.

Suresh shrugged. “I didn’t want to make a thing of it, but—”

“That is the kind of thing you might make a thing of, though.”

“I didn’t want to scare you.”

“I’m not scared.” Catherine’s tone went defensive.

She was. And Suresh knew it. Catherine had very little experience with dating. She’d had a boyfriend in high school, but had spent most of her adult life single, sparing a Tinder fling here or there. She distrusted the notion of romance a little bit inherently.

Suresh had to remind himself not to take it as a personal indictment.

“You’re sure?” He asked.

Catherine nodded. Pecked his lips. “I’m sure. Thank you for telling me.”

“Always,” he said. He kissed her forehead, gave a convincing smile, took her to bed.

-

The next morning, Suresh woke up to find himself alone in his childhood bedroom. Catherine was a light sleeper and frequently snuck out of bed when she stayed over at his flat, but it was surprising that she’d felt comfortable to sneak away in his parents’ home.

Suresh got out of bed, throwing on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt before venturing to the kitchen, where he hoped he’d find his missing girlfriend.

“Good morning!” Catherine called when she heard the door open. She was sitting at the dining room table, having a cuppa with Dayani. “I didn’t want to wake you.”

“You could’ve.” Suresh grumbled. He didn’t like being left out.

“I’ve only really been awake for, like, twenty minutes,” Catherine told him. “Have a seat, I’ll make you a cuppa.”

Despite her reservations the night before, Catherine seemed quite comfortable navigating his family’s kitchen. He grumpily obeyed, nodding at his sister as he took a seat across from her.

“Remember when you used to stay up all night on Christmas because you were too excited for presents to sleep?” Suresh asked, trying to lighten his own mood with pointless nostalgia.

Dayani laughed. “Used to? I was up all last night.”

“Glad to see that some things never change.”

Catherine returned, a new teacup in hand. She set it in front of Suresh, her eyes darting between him and his sister.

“My family’s the same as you,” she said, “my parents are always up at four in the morning to open presents. We all take naps after, though.”

“Oh I wish! Mum is the worst, she insists on making a big breakfast for everyone before presents.”

“Actually! Hold on, one second.” Catherine left the table, scurrying back to the guest bedroom without another word.

“Where’s she going?” Dayani asked.

Suresh answered with a shrug. “No clue.”

Catherine returned a moment later with a small box, wrapped in peachy, luminescent wrapping paper. There was a little paper daisy on the front in place of a bow. Looking proud of herself, she placed the box on the table and slid it toward Dayani.

“You can open that one now, if you like,” she said.

Suresh had brought a gift card for each of his sisters, having given up on pleasing both of them long ago. Catherine had signed the cards alongside him. He had no idea she’d gotten other gifts behind his back.

“That’s from me. I hope you like it. Suresh was no help.”

Dayani beamed at her, carefully removing the paper daisy and unfolding the wrapping paper at the seams. She really was on her best behavior, Suresh had never seen her so careful with a gift from anyone else. 

“Oh, this is so pretty!”

“Let me see.” Suresh leaned over the table, trying to get a glimpse inside the box.

Laid carefully on velvet plush was a delicate rose gold necklace with a little Pisces charm. Suresh vaguely recalled telling Catherine that his sister was obsessed with astrology. It had been a passing comment, though, he wasn’t sure how she’d remembered.

“Suresh told me you liked astrology,” Catherine said, suddenly a bit sheepish, “I hope you don’t mind the Facebook stalking it took to find your sign.”

“It’s perfect.” Dayani fingered the charm, taking it in with greedy eyes before looking back up at Catherine. “Thank you so much.”

“You’re welcome.” Catherine blushed, sparing a sideways glance at Suresh as if asking his approval.

He gave her an encouraging smile, again overwhelmed with affection for her. Beyond everything else, beyond the other things he liked about her, Catherine was always surprising him. It was like she was privy to some secret information about the universe, the way she always knew exactly the right thing to do.

“You’re all up so early.” Suresh’s mom strolled down the stairs at a leisurely pace, playing up the drama of her entrance. She was wearing her pajamas and a fluffy pink robe, but her makeup was done for the day.

“Amma, look at what Catherine gave me.” Dayani held up the necklace in its box for their mom to see.

While his mum and Dayani cooed over the necklace, Suresh rose from the table to slip an arm around Catherine’s waist. He whispered in her ear, “I love you.”

He couldn’t otherwise articulate all the feelings he felt for the moment—all the awe he felt for seeing Catherine’s skill for anticipating the needs and desires of others. The warmth and care he’d won from her extending now to the people in his orbit.

“I love you, too.”

“You didn’t get me a matching necklace, did you? With a Leo charm?”

“Nah, not your style.” She smiled up at him, kissed his jaw. “Sorry to throw you under the bus.”

“Eh, I deserved it.”

“Next time the presents can be from both of us.”

Next time.

Along with the necklace for Dayani, Catherine had also secretly procured an uncannily well-chosen bracelet for Suresh’s mother, a sturdy watch for his father, and something in a small box—wrapped with silver paper and secured with a paper star—for Aashvi. All of this was a sweet revelation when they finally exchanged gifts by the fire after breakfast.

Suresh overheard a conversation about the gifts between Catherine and Dayani as the two settled at the kitchen table afterwards. Catherine had offered to help Dayani with her Biology homework once her profession had been discussed.

“Could I leave Aashvi’s gift with you for the next time she visits?” Catherine asked.

She’d have better luck sending it by carrier pigeon, Suresh thought grimly. Aashvi visited home even less than he did.

“Um, you could do…”

“You ought to just let Daya keep it,” Suresh interjected.

Catherine looked up at him with a frown, reminding him that he’d yet to tell her anything about his relationship with his elder sister. It hadn’t felt worth mentioning until now.

“Or we can mail it,” he said, softening. “That’s easier.”

“Sure.” Catherine returned to her conversation with Dayani, but he knew from her expression that she’d tabled the discussion for when they were in private. He braced himself in advance for her reaction to his lackluster explanation.

It wasn't that he and Aashvi had experienced any sort of dramatic fight or falling out. That kind of direct communication was beyond both of them.

No, they'd drifted apart in their slightly overlapping college years and had just never found enough common ground between them since to mend the rift.

Besides this, Aashvi resented him for reasons beyond his control. And Suresh wasn't the type to accept blame that he hadn’t earned.

He could connect the dots well enough to know what she felt, though. Aashvi was independent like him and opinionated like him. She lived for her work just like he did. Suresh imagined she resented the way their parents expressed disappointment in only one of them for being distant and disinterested in family.

But none of that was Suresh's fault. He'd support her wholeheartedly if Aashvi would just bother to ask him what he thought instead of building up walls around herself. As it stood, they would probably never again be close like they were as children.

He could practically hear Catherine's side of the conversation already. She'd tell Suresh that it was in some way his responsibility to wonder after his sister. She'd say that he was being selfish by not defending her to their parents. That they probably got caught up in a silly misunderstanding somewhere down the line and he'd regret never clearing it up.

The worst part was that for all his aptitude in building strong cases, he didn't know how he'd make an argument against any of those points.

-

Suresh was right on the mark with his predictions for how Catherine reacted to his explanation. They were packing their things that night so they'd be ready to leave the next morning when Catherine brought up the gift for Suresh's older sister again.

"Are we really going to mail this, Resh?" She held out the box, dainty and sparkling. Suresh was tempted to tell her that Aashvi didn't deserve it. The gift in its delicate, shiny paper didn't mesh with the image of Aashvi in his mind, all her rough edges and calloused hands.

"You didn't have to get her anything," Suresh countered, avoiding her question.

It was unfortunate, sometimes, the hold that Catherine had on him. Just one disappointed look was enough to make him reconsider.

Suresh sighed. "Fine. I'll call her and ask for an address."

"You don't know where she lives?"

"She moves around a lot."

Catherine frowned, reaching for his hand to pull him to sit on the bed next to her. “Would you tell me what’s going on? You've bristled every time I've mentioned her.”

Where went his brilliant poker face around her?

Suresh wondered if he'd be able to get Catherine on his side. He imagined all the ways he could shift the story around, rearranging the points in his mind as if preparing to draft a legal document.

Finding no pockets of logic to rest his frustrations with Aashvi safely within, he sighed, giving up before he’d really put up a fight. "It's silly, really. I'll call her."

He made good on his promise the next morning, left alone in the bedroom again as Catherine bonded with his family without him. He’d almost be annoyed at how much his family liked her if he weren’t also wooed by Catherine’s mere presence.

Like he expected, the call went to voicemail.

“You’ve reached Aashvi Desilva,” a recording of Aashvi’s voice said on the other line, “leave me a message an’ I’ll get back to ya’.”

Even in her voicemail, she couldn’t be bothered to pronounce her words properly. She mumbled, still, like a child.

A tone sounded. Suresh had meant to hang up, but he hadn’t. And now he had to record a message, lest his sister receive a ten second clip of him breathing. Christ.

“Uh, hey Aash. It’s me.” He cringed, wishing he’d planned what he was going to say beforehand. “Just wanted to wish you a Merry Christmas. Give me a call.”

He hung up, tossed his phone aside to get dressed. With any luck, Aashvi would ignore his call and therefore shoulder the blame for their continued estrangement.

Suresh was buttoning his trousers when his phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Suresh?” Aashvi’s voice was uncharacteristically soft. Maybe he’d caught her in the Christmas spirit.

“Merry Christmas,” he said, unconvincingly.

Aashvi laughed and her voice found a sharp note. There she was. “Did Dayani put you up to this?”

“No, I…” He trailed off, unsure where to begin.

Why did he have to make caring for her so damn difficult? This is why he couldn’t ask after her, she questioned his motives every time. “Merry Christmas, Suresh. Is that all?”

“No.” Suresh straightened, leveling his voice as if treating this like a business call would make it feel less like pulling teeth. “I wanted to ask your address. To send a gift.”

“You don’t have to send me anything.”

“Just—“ He took a breath. It wouldn’t do to argue with her. “Just text me your address. Please?”

“Man, whatever’s gotten into you…” Aashvi trilled, giggling like any part of ruining Suresh’s morning was amusing. “Heart grown three sizes today?”

Suresh grumbled, "Something like that."

-

thank you for reading! please don't expect this to be on schedule, i don't even know where it came from. i blacked out at my laptop for three hours and woke up to find this. comments/reblogs appreciated <3

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Oblivion

So. Tomorrow, we're flying back home.

Seven days. A week spent with a small legion at my beck and call, bending to Walt's every whim, acceeding to Sarah's every request. One massive kitchen divided between four dining rooms, serving up everything from Americano-Mexican tentpoles to recomposed would-be Taino dishes, with a buffet where passable is the order of the day. Mornings were bland Continental breakfast affairs, but the evenings shone brightly, capstoned with the best cigars I've had in the last three years and the best damn Cappuccino in a decade.

Seven days realizing that an army is re-making my bed, giving me clean sheets every morning and fresh towels on the dot, showing extreme deference for my walker-using ass. A little cohort of maids paid Cheap Labor wages to smile, respond to everything with Es mi placer, señor, and pushed into treating USD tips in the single digits like they're Godly gifts.

You can bet that Walt was so appalled by this he starting leaving twenties. "These poor girls - cleaning up people's shit and vomit after the douchebags three doors down the hall spend the evening getting plastered on Mojitos - and not an ounce of gratitude!"

People started asking questions. Our passable Spanish led to us forming basic bonds with the staff, and turned our little bungalow in the Adults Only section into the talk of the resort. People with less manners started asking for drinks delivery and had to handle polite rebuffs, where we got the sense that the Room Service people were starting to network with the Pool Bar guys to figure out our schedule of preferred drinks.

Eventually, what had to happen happened. My feet were so swollen I couldn't put on my closed-toes shoes for the evening, as the dress code requests, but the staff didn't bat an eyelash when i wheeled in, looking like someone's favourite Math teacher, with socks and sandals. A Karen whose husband had completely overlooked the dress code was shocked.

"Why does he get to head inside dressed like this, and my husband can't?"

Yamilet, 23, born and raised in Santo Domingo and using the thankless job of the French Cuisine-oriented dining room's maître d' to pay her way through nursing school when she's not in church, gave her a Crest commercial-worthy smile.

Is un especial guest. Disculpe - see his legs. Mira?

For once in my life, I was happy to be singled out as disabled.

What really emerged from this is how gratitude really is crucial, when you're travelling. Everyone I heard who spouted variations on "having paid for the right to do whatever they wanted" received piss-poor service. Everyone who lowered their voice in a corridor, who showed basic deference and treated the staff like human beings received distinctly improved treatment. It wasn't just us - we noticed several other cultural groups in the resort, and I was actually thankful to draw a clear line between the nice Americans - and the douchebags.

In open spaces like the buffet, it's kind of impossible not to eavesdrop. If you're on vacation and you're still griping about your Democrat neighbours when you're halfway across the hemisphere from your point of origin, you're coloring your entire stay. The Trumptards who demanded service came in pissed off, stayed ornery and left irate. Anyone else, from anywhere else in the world, who politely asked, language barriers be damned, got what they asked for.

The Semester-Enders were hard to miss, too. Sixteen kids in total, barely in their twenties, who'd clearly pooled cash to rent swim-up suites together, and who turned the All-Ages section of the pool into a nightmare. There wasn't an inch of it that wasn't their private Football Toss area, and no resort-provided pool float that they just didn't claim for themselves.

It allowed for a sense of liminality to settle in. On one end of the more or less football-field-length of pool, you had pure chaos. On the other, placid waters, where the Adults Only club and our bungalow was located. I recovered the float I'd bought for myself, one of the Spring Breakers giving me a florid-faced and pleading look.

"Come on, bro!"

I gestured towards the back. "You've got seven other floats, over there, plus an inflatable mattress. I bought this one and brought it here. As it's my possession, I'd like to use it."

He chuckled meanly. "Nobody cares, man."

Christopher, 27, from Bàvàro, gave the guy a level look while climbing down from his lifeguard chair. "Everything okay, señores?"

"Me? Oh, everything's swell, Chris. It's the gentleman over there that's operating under weird delusions."

Chris nodded, his facial language obvious. Another one of those, huh? I nodded.

He smiled. No te preocupas, amigo.

The kid's response stuck with me. Nobody cares. Is this why some people work so much, hustle their way to a therapist and then book a week off to someplace where there's palapas, Afro-Cuban covers of Celine Dion classics and drinks that would make a medicated diabetes sufferer scream in abject terror? You put your ass to the grindstone and your only hope of recovery is to find a place, however theoretical, where nobody gives a shit?

Walt, Sarah and I brainstormed. We planned ahead. We rested aplenty, sure, and napped even more than we do back home - but this place energized us. We were free to create, and spent a week being the best versions of ourselves that we could possibly be.

For other people? It's apparently Adult Daycare. You get up at nine past the breakfast buffet's closure, complain that you can't get any service, throw yourself on yesterday evening's pizza, knock back cocktails starting at 11 AM and end up throwing up in the kiddie pool by 5 PM. You throw a fit because the pool boys had the gall to lift your limp ass out of the wading area before you could drown yourself while passed-out in a puddle-sized expanse of water. Because you're in your twenties, your brush with death is all but forgotten by 8 PM, and you head to the lobby's bar to knock back tequila shots with your fellow jabronis. The wee hours see you treating the public hallways like your personal hangout space, exchanging football huddle cries with equally-inebriated kids with no sense of their own mortality.

To all this should be added the resort's sense of liminality. If you forget your optimal route to your room, you'll end up in an entirely different resort. Pools look the same, everything's connected, and everyone feels transitory, obviously. It's the ersatz of a place. It's as impersonal as a hotel, except the staff are all stuck under a pall of fake-ass exoticism they can't shed. The equator line being so close means days are blisteringly hot and painfully short. By 7 PM, the sun's all but gone - and we're in May.

Nobody stays. Nobody leaves an impression. I've regaled Yamilet and Christopher with tales of La Banquise and of Schwartz' smoked meat or the bagel bakeries on St-Viateur - but I'll forget their faces just as they'll forget mine. We spent a week treating one another like culturally Latin brethren - Québécois deference having always meshed well with Cuban and Dominican confidence - but we won't remember one another in short order.

Single-serving friends, as Pahlaniuk once said.

I might as well head to the gift shop, swallow my pride and see if there's a tee-shirt on offer that reads I went to the Carribbean, and all I got for it was a lousy sunburn.

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Silicon Engineering Consultant Pvt. Ltd. gives good services of Structural Engineering Outsourcing Services. Our Structural Engineering Outsourcing Services typically refer to the practice of hiring external firms or individuals to perform structural engineering tasks, such as design, analysis, drafting, and consultation. Structural Engineering Consultancy services may include conducting feasibility studies, risk assessments, and cost-benefit analyses, as well as providing ongoing support and guidance throughout the project lifecycle. If you have required any Structural Engineering Consultancy Services project then Connected with the US.  

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Our highly qualified team of engineers and designers deliver end-to-end design services, ensuring every project is developed with precision and innovation. We specialize in the design of Reinforced Cement Concrete (RCC) structures and steel structures, offering value engineering that optimizes the safety, efficiency, and cost-effectiveness of each structure.

We offer a range of specialized services that include:

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Using advanced software tools such as STAAD.Pro, RISA, Revit Structures, and Tekla Structures, our design engineers and detailers ensure the accuracy and integrity of every structure. Our services encompass both the design and detailing phases, ensuring every project transitions smoothly from concept to execution.

Comprehensive Structural Analysis

We provide a thorough analysis of structures, utilizing cutting-edge techniques such as:

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Detailed Design and Engineering Services

We pride ourselves on delivering precise and detailed engineering solutions, including:

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From coordination drawings to shop drawings, our team focuses on aligning project goals with sustainable practices while meeting the specific demands of the UAE’s structural design requirements.

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Silicon EC UK Limited is a distinguished provider of comprehensive Rebar Detailing Services in Birmingham, United Kingdom. Our Rebar Shop Drawing Services encompass a meticulous and thorough approach to reinforcing steel detailing, ensuring structural integrity, and compliance with industry standards. Accurate rebar detailing contributes significantly to the overall quality, strength, and durability of concrete structures. It helps minimize material wastage, reduces construction errors, and ensures that the finished structure meets design specifications and safety standards. These CAD Drawings are essential for accurately fabricating and placing the reinforcing steel within buildings, bridges, dams, and other infrastructural projects. Rebar detailing ensures the structural integrity and strength of these engineering projects.

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Discovering the Best High Strength TMT Bars: Your Guide to Finding the Right TMT Bar Supplier and Manufacturer

The dependability and quality of the materials used in building can have a significant impact. High strength TMT (Thermo Mechanically Treated) bars are essential for creating sturdy and long-lasting structures. Whether you’re building a residential home, a commercial complex, or an industrial facility, choosing the right TMT bars is crucial. At steeloncall, we are committed to providing the highest quality TMT bars to meet your construction needs. In this blog, we will explore what makes high strength TMT bars so vital, how to find a reliable TMT bar supplier near you, and what to look for in a reputable TMT bar manufacturer.

What Are High Strength TMT Bars?

High strength TMT bars are steel bars that undergo a special thermo-mechanical treatment process to enhance their strength and durability. This process involves three stages: quenching, self-tempering, and atmospheric cooling. The result is a steel bar with a tough outer layer and a ductile core, providing excellent tensile strength, flexibility, and resistance to corrosion and seismic activity.

Why High Strength TMT Bars Are Essential

Enhanced Structural Integrity: High strength TMT bars provide the necessary support to ensure that structures can withstand heavy loads and harsh environmental conditions.

Resistance to Corrosion: These bars are treated to resist rust and corrosion, which extends the life of the structure and reduces maintenance costs.

Superior Ductility: The ductile core of TMT bars allows them to bend without breaking, making them ideal for areas prone to earthquakes.

Cost-Effective: Despite their higher initial cost, high strength TMT bars can save money in the long run by reducing the need for repairs and replacements.

Finding a TMT Bar Supplier Near Me

When searching for a reliable TMT bar supplier near you, consider the following factors:

Reputation and Reviews:Seek out vendors who have a good industry reputation and reviews. Client testimonials can offer insightful information about the caliber of their goods and services.

Product Range: Ensure the supplier offers a wide range of TMT bar grades to meet various construction needs. At steeloncall, we provide a comprehensive selection of TMT bars to cater to different project requirements.

Quality Assurance: Verify the supplier's adherence to certifications and industry norms. High-quality TMT bars should meet specific benchmarks for strength, ductility, and resistance.

Availability and Delivery: Choose a supplier that can provide timely delivery to ensure your project stays on schedule. Local suppliers like steeloncall can often offer faster and more reliable delivery options.

Customer Support: A good supplier should offer excellent customer service and support to address any queries or concerns you may have.

What to Look for in a TMT Bar Manufacturer

Selecting the right TMT bar manufacturer is equally important. Here are some key considerations:

Manufacturing Process: Ensure the manufacturer follows a stringent manufacturing process that includes quenching, self-tempering, and atmospheric cooling to produce high strength TMT bars.

Technology and Equipment: Modern manufacturing technology and equipment are crucial for producing high-quality TMT bars. At steeloncall, we utilize state-of-the-art technology to ensure our products meet the highest standards.

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Certifications: Look for manufacturers with certifications from recognized industry bodies. These accreditations serve as proof of the excellence and dependability of their offerings.

Sustainability:Think about producers who make sustainability a top priority in their manufacturing procedures. Eco-friendly practices not only benefit the environment but also ensure the long-term availability of raw materials.

Why Choose steeloncall for High Strength TMT Bars?

At steeloncall, we are dedicated to providing high-quality TMT bars that meet the diverse needs of our customers. Here’s why we are the best choice for your construction projects:

Extensive Product Range: We offer a wide variety of TMT bar grades to suit different construction requirements, ensuring you find the perfect fit for your project.

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Conclusion

High strength TMT bars are a critical component in ensuring the strength and longevity of any construction project. Finding a reliable TMT bar supplier and manufacturer is essential for obtaining quality materials that meet your specific needs. At steeloncall, we are committed to providing top-notch TMT bars and exceptional customer service to support your construction endeavors. Trust steeloncall for all your TMT bar needs and build with confidence and quality.

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Precast Panel Detailing CAD Services Provider in USA

Silicon Engineering Consultant Pvt. Ltd. gives good services of Precast Panel Detailing CAD Services. Our Precast Panel Detailing involves creating drawings and plans that show the dimensions, specifications, and placement of each precast panel. precast panel detailing, some companies also offer Precast Panel Engineering Services. This involves analyzing the structural requirements of the panels and designing them to meet those requirements. If you have to require any Precast Panel Detailing Design and Drafting project work then Connected with US.

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Gulf Steel Industries: Building the UAE's Steel Future

Gulf Steel Industries (GSI) stands as a pillar of the UAE's construction industry. As a leading manufacturer and supplier of reinforcement steel – also known as rebar – GSI plays a vital role in building the nation's infrastructure and architectural marvels.

From the towering skyscrapers of Dubai to the sprawling infrastructure projects in Abu Dhabi, GSI's high-quality rebar is a trusted choice for contractors and developers. Their product range caters to all your steel needs, including:

Plain Bars: These versatile bars are ideal for general construction applications.

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Cut and Bend Rebar: GSI offers efficient cut and bend services, saving you time and resources on-site.

Unmatched Quality and Expertise

GSI prioritizes quality and innovation. Their state-of-the-art steel rolling mills in Abu Dhabi utilize advanced technology to produce rebar that meets the most stringent international standards. They are a trusted Rebar Supplier in UAE, consistently exceeding customer expectations.

Beyond Products: GSI's Commitment to Service

GSI understands that exceptional products are just one part of the equation. Their dedication to customer service sets them apart. They offer comprehensive support, including:

Technical expertise: GSI's team of experienced professionals provides valuable guidance on selecting the right rebar for your project.

On-time delivery: They ensure your rebar arrives at your construction site precisely when needed, keeping your project on schedule.

Competitive pricing: GSI offers competitive prices without compromising on quality, making them a cost-effective choice for any project.

Looking Forward: A Vision for Growth

GSI is committed to continuous improvement and expansion. Recently, they announced plans to increase their production capacity, solidifying their position as a major player in the UAE's steel industry. This expansion will not only benefit GSI but also contribute to the nation's overall economic growth.

Building a Stronger UAE, One Rebar at a Time

By providing high-quality steel products, exceptional service, and a commitment to innovation, Gulf Steel Industries is a driving force behind the UAE's construction boom. As the nation continues to develop, GSI remains dedicated to being the preferred supplier of reinforcement steel bars, supporting the creation of a stronger and more sustainable future for the Emirates.

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As a leading provider of Rebar Detailing Services, Silicon EC UK Limited stands at the forefront of delivering exceptional structural solutions in Swindon, United Kingdom. Rebar detailing is an essential component in the AEC industry, ensuring the accuracy and precision of reinforced concrete structures. We create precise and comprehensive Rebar Detailing Drawings in both 2D and 3D formats, utilizing industry-leading software to ensure accuracy and clarity.  We collaborate closely with fabricators and contractors to produce Shop Drawings that clearly convey the rebar layout and specifications. This collaborative approach streamlines communication and ensures seamless integration of rebar detailing into the overall construction process.

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iPhone 13 Not Charging Here are 9 Way to Fix It 2024

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There are a number of potential causes for an iPhone's decreased charging capacity. One or more of the following could be the source of the problem: defective hardware, a malfunctioning charger, or software.

We will walk you through the process of testing for each of these issues in the upcoming steps. You should have little trouble resolving the issue once you identify the part that's stopping your iPhone 13 from charging

1. Hard Reset Your iPhone

A hard reset is typically used as a short-term fix for software issues. It only makes your iPhone restart, which doesn't do anything and frequently causes the issue to resurface.

How Do I Hard Reset My iPhone?

Once the screen goes black and the Apple logo shows up, simultaneously press and hold the power and volume down buttons.

Release the two buttons when the Apple logo shows again.

The hard reset is finished when your iPhone restarts.

2. Examine Your Lightning Cable

If a reset fails, inspect your Lightning cord for cuts, frays, or damage, as damaged cables are ineffective in transmitting power.

The Lightning connector end that slides into your iPhone and any places where the cable bends should be closely inspected.

Get a brand-new, Apple-certified cable to replace the damaged one. Utilise only pristine cables.

3. Try using any other alternative charging techniques.

• Check to see whether the issue is not just with the wire, but also with the outlet or the power supply.

• Test with various charging setups, including:

• Apple's official USB power adaptor;

• A computer's USB port;

• A wireless Qi charging pad;

• A vehicle charger

4. Look inside the Lightning Port for any particles

• Carefully inspect your iPhone's Lightning port for any lint, dust, or dust collection.

• Use a torch and a softly clean toothbrush to remove any dirt. Clogged ports can prevent connections.

Make sure the port is completely dry before trying to charge again.

5. Update the software on the iPhone 13

Outdated software is another issue that keeps an iPhone 13 from charging properly.

Navigate to Settings > General > Software Update to find and install any available iOS updates.

The most recent OS Optimization and bug fixes may resolve your charging problems.

6. Reset the configuration of the network.

As a final option, choose Settings > General > Reset > Reset Network Settings to reset your network settings.

Any unfavourable network setups that might be restricting charging will be removed as a result.

After it has restarted, try charging your iPhone 13 once again.

7. For a while, charge your iPhone

Allow your iPhone to remain charged for around half an hour if you have just charged it and it still doesn't work. In the event that the charge has not advanced or is not visible at all

8. Cool Down iPhone 13 Release

Occasionally, when charging, your iPhone may become warmer than usual. The iPhone will automatically cease charging if the battery gets too hot, perhaps halting at 80% of its capacity. In that case, it's advisable to disconnect the iPhone and move it somewhere cooler. The Optimised Battery charging option will automatically deactivate after it cools down, allowing you to use it once again. Hopefully, this time will be different.

9. Contact with Apple Support

After carefully going through the troubleshooting steps, if the problem persists, get in touch with Apple Support for individualized assistance.

You can schedule a mail-in iPhone repair service through Apple's support website, or you can schedule an appointment at a Genius Bar in an Apple Store.

Apple's servicing guarantees official, high-quality fixes from the manufacturer, even though it isn't free.

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The Specific Maintenance Required on Load Capacity

Towbars are devices mounted on the rear of a vehicle to allow it to tow trailers, caravans or other towable loads are designed to fit specific vehicle models and may be modified for various reasons. As accommodating the unique vehicle features in improving towing capacity or meeting specific regulations as the towbar service repairs typically involve the maintenance, inspection and fixing of towbars. Customisation for specific vehicles provides information to the vehicle owner about the condition of the towbar in conducting tests to ensure that the towbar functions correctly and can handle the specified load capacity. Offering recommendations for maintenance or upgrades if necessary and ensure that the custom towbars Toowoomba comply with local and national towing regulations making adjustments to meet any changes in regulations. Modifying or adjusting the towbar to better suit the vehicle or towing requirements addressing any issues related to custom modifications made to the towbar. Repairing or replacing any components that are damaged or worn and inspecting the hitch system to ensure it is secure and functions properly.

Repairing any damage or reinforcing weak points and verifying that the towbar's structural integrity is intact while checking the wiring for any damage or corrosion as inspecting and repairing electrical connections for lights and signals on the trailer. Regular inspections to ensure that the towbar is in good condition and checking for signs of wear and tear, corrosion or damage while lubricating moving parts to ensure smooth operation. It's essential to have custom towbars inspected and repaired by professionals who are knowledgeable about the specific design and requirements of the custom installation as this helps ensure the safety and reliability of the towing system. If having custom towbars and need repairs, it's advisable to contact a specialised towing equipment or automotive service center for assistance to conduct visual inspections of the towbar regularly. Check for any signs of damage, wear or corrosion as the welds, bolts and mounting points for integrity and the keep moving parts such as hinges and swivels are well-lubricated to ensure smooth operation using appropriate lubricants recommended by the towbar manufacturer.

Check the wiring and electrical connections for trailer lights regularly as repair or replace any damaged wires or connectors to ensure proper functioning of brake lights, turn signals and running lights. Clean the towbar regularly to remove dirt, debris and road salt that can contribute to corrosion and always pay attention to the areas where the towbar attaches to the vehicle by inspecting the overall structural integrity. The custom towbars must check including the main bar and any additional components as looking for signs of bending, cracking or other damage as the hitch system may find signs of wear or damage. To verify that the locking mechanisms are functioning correctly ensuring that the towbar is not exceeding its rated load capacity so be mindful of any changes in the vehicle or trailer weight that may affect towing dynamics. Confirm that the custom towbars comply with local and national towing regulations and stay informed about any updates or changes in towing regulations as schedule periodic inspections by a qualified professional if towing heavy loads or if you've made modifications to the vehicle.

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Precision and Power: Unveiling the Future of Construction with Rebar Cutting Machines

As the construction industry advances, it increasingly adopts cutting-edge technologies to enhance both productivity and safety. One notable example is the rebar-cutting machine, which moves workers away from outdated methods and helps shorten project timelines. These rebar cutters offer improved efficiency, heightened safety, and exceptional accuracy. Moreover, their powerful and precise operation can lead to cost savings and greater uniformity in the quality of reinforcing steel bars used in various infrastructure projects.

A cutting-edge approach to customising rebar

Rebar cutters speed up the fabrication of reinforcing steel bars without compromising on quality. This way, it streamlines schedules to meet project deadlines and reduce the risk of human errors. In addition, a rebar-cutting machine increases precision to lessen delays and costly rework. It accurately cuts steel bars to precise requirements to ensure the best fit and minimise waste. As such, it also brings sustainability to construction sites when it allows workers to optimise their use of materials.

Keeping workers safe

Working with rebar has some risks. Manually cutting rebars involves strenuous manual labour  resulting in worker strain and physical exhaustion which can also cause delays to the completion of projects. Using a rebar cutter simplifies this laborious task while reducing a worker’s risk of injury and exhaustion. Plus, it gets the job done faster compared to using manual tools.

How it works

A high-quality rebar-cutting machine is compact, portable, and easy to manoeuvre around construction sites, even those with limited spaces. Despite its size, its powerful motor and cutting capacity can take on the toughest reinforcing steel bars. With a rebar cutter, it takes only a few seconds to cut each steel bar. Modern rebar cutting machines come in different sizes to meet specific needs, from 4-16mm to 6-32mm.

Innovations in rebar cutters

Some rebar-cutting machines have a built-in bender that saves time when switching between different tools. These machines offer convenience and portability with their lightweight and compact form. Plus, they are equipped with powerful 220-240V AC – 50Hz single-phase electric motors that can bend rebar at 1050W and cut at 1550W.

Experience the future of rebar cutting.

Get a rebar-cutting machine from a trusted source like RAPIDTOOL. As Australia’s top supplier of rebar cutters, benders, and tying machines, they are committed to bringing high-quality products and dependable customer service to add value to construction companies.