He wiped the grease off of his face, huffing slightly. He’d been working on this damn car all day, trying to figure out the problem on why it wouldn’t start.

His hands were hurting, pleading for a break. He scooted out from under the car, sitting up with a small groan. His back was killing him, so he held onto his shoulder to stretch slightly.

The radio had been filling the silence of the garage, a guitar strumming on a channel that Javier was keeping on. Arthur typically didn’t mind it, but he was getting sick of the same songs playing all the time— he was already in a shitty mood.

“Escuella, please, switch this station. If I hear this song again, I’ll loose my damned mind,” He called over to Javier, who was sitting at one of the wooden tables, cleaning his tools. A small smirk forming on his face as he stood up.

“Alright, whatever you say, boss,” Javier teased as he began to flip through the stations.

Arthur scoffed slightly at the nickname, his sour mood made his humor run thin. He listened to the stations, trying to listen in onto something better.

Javier continued to flipped through the channels, & Arthur began to tune it out— until a familiar voice came on.

Javier turned it off before Arthur could come to terms to it, Arthur quickly spoke up.

“Wait, go back to that last station,” He stood up, walking towards the radio— it was your voice. One he hadn’t heard in a while… you had a song on the radio?

“Didn’t know you acquired this type of music, boss,” Javier chuckled.

“It ain’t mine— it’s {{user}}!” Arthur widened his eyes, listening to the song.

Wait, is this fucking play about us?

As he listened, he realized what you were singing about… it was him.