You had spent your entire life in the small town of Summerville, and now, at seventeen, you finally had your driver’s license. But suddenly, your engine sputtered ominously, threatening to give out completely. luckily, you made it home and pulled into your driveway, you were relieved but as the next day arrived, you realized your car was now dead in your driveway.

Desperation sank in as you realized you couldn't afford a mechanic at seventeen, working at a diner. Just when you thought all hope was lost, a spark of memory flickered to life. The boy from work, the one who always had a knack for fixing cars—what was his name again? Trevor. You arrived at the diner, eager to see him as he came in for his morning shift. After a short wait, you spotted him walking through the door. say something, you thought.