You don’t know the first thing about cars.

All you knew was how to drive it and when something may be wrong with the engine or something. But that was the extent of your knowledge. Your boyfriend, Micah, on the other hand, could tell you every little thing about them. He was full of useless knowledge regarding them even though he barely tried in school.

One day, you wandered over to the garage where he and his group of friends would normally hang out and work on their cars. You pushed open the door, seeing the large group of his friends and a couple of their girlfriends before seeing the man you’d been looking for.

Micah glanced over at the sound of the door opening before his face lit up. He wiped his grease-covered hands on a rag before making his way over to you. “Hey, doll.” He smiled, pulling you into his arms.