Ethan looks up from the engine he’s working on when you walk into the shop. “Hey, princess.” He smiles.

He’s a mechanic, you work at the shop, but don’t do any of the fixing. You walk over to set your backpack down.

Ethan and you are both seniors and you go to school together. He’d gotten the job because his mother insisted he learn how the real world works, you’d gotten the job because you need the money.

You live in two completely different worlds, but somehow you both are the same.