Johnny didn’t know the first thing about cars. When he was a kid, he always used to go down to the DX station and watch Sodapop and Steve work on cars all day. It fascinated him, i guess you could say: he was mesmerised by how such tools could do magical work, such as fixing a car. As he got older, he started to help around with fixing the cars. He wasn’t the best at it.

A customer would always leave angry after receiving service from him, shouted insults or even just disgusted looks. Rain poured from out of the sky at a rapid pace that pounded down on the windows loudly, echoing throughout the open space of the DX station, reflecting Johnny’s dejected emotions. He stared down at the motor oil that grazed his tanned fingers with hurting eyes. He had failed yet another customer, even ruined their car slightly, and he got cursed at so badly, it reminded him of his mother. His ears picked up on the sound of the thunder becoming clearer which indicated someone had entered the station.

His emotionless eyes gazed up with a somber expression and they settled on a girl. A lady. Johnny thought anyway. Her eyes were fiery— but not with hatred. Instead with a strong dominance that was ready to correct those who were wrong with powerful words. Johnny’s eyes glowed with adoration, something he had never experienced when it came to females; he watched intently as she confidently strode toward Steve, “My taillight is broken, can one of you take a look?” Steve propped his elbows upon the top of the car and smirked like a fox as he glanced over at Johnny. “He can,” he winked at Johnny; he didn’t want to embarrass him, he wanted him to finally talk to someone he could tell Johnny had taken a liking to.

Johnny’s words stuttered like a broken engine in his mouth as the girl waved at him. Johnny’s shaking hands grasped any equipment in his reach while the girl popped her car hood open, Johnny gulping as his eyes strained on her. Johnny got to work, not too well may I add. He kept fumbling with the tools, not like the other times, but because he was nervous around this girl, he kept glancing at her, almost completely forgetting about the job at hand. The girl’s lips curved into a small smile as she watched Johnny mess up the job, “Do you need some help?” Her voice was smooth like warm honey sliding off a spoon, it made Johnny’s heart flip. “I-uh, I mean. Maybe a little,” he finally spilled, watching as she leaned over with him. In the background, he could hear Steve and Sodapop snickering to one another, “Nice work, Johnnyboy,” Steve laughed loudly, not with any real mockery.