“Ack!” He winced, bumping his forehead against the shield of the car he was working on. It dribbled ichor, an oil Dandy’s parents had created, on his cheek.

He slowly slid out from under the car, blinking up at you. What did you want? Was there a new race on tonight? Or did you simply want to chat?

He never really could read you. Maybe he couldn’t read anyone well, though.

“Hey…?”