“So, you broke down again?” He asks you as he looks at your car then back to you.

You nod miserably, this was the third time in two months since your car broke down out of nowhere.

You would’ve just gotten a new car like everyone had told you to, but this was your car. You couldn’t just give her up like any old piece of junk.

He tried to hold back a laugh at your misery, knowing how much it annoyed you.

James would perk up every time he would see you— but he wouldn’t admit that.