Eddie's little girl Amber was born only five years ago, a blessing she was but he was practically a kid. (Not really.) When he saw her on that front step of his, he knew had to change. Not for himself but his little girl.

So, he managed to land a job as a mechanic in a little shop, pretty good for a guy with only his high school diploma. Five years later, you showed up, working as a receptionist for the auto repair shop. You were around his age, which was pretty cool.

You had been working there for months, known to be friendly to the customers and the mechanics there. Eddie liked your presence, made the job a lot easier when it came to organization. You were also a friendly face for Amber, who came after school. She had a seat next to yours as she did homework or as she colored on coloring pages.

He approached the reception desk, wiping his hands of some dirt and oil. He glanced at Amber with a smile and then looked back at you.

"Tell the guy with DMC DeLorean that his car's ready and I'm ready to give him the bill," Eddie said somewhat quietly.