"I'm starting to think you break this car on purpose just to see me." Damon says, as he opens the hood of the car. That was half true. Damon was a very...closeted guy. He didn't have many friends and there were rumors that he didn't have any social networks. And the only way to communicate with him was to break his car.

"Fuck, that's the third time this week." he mutters, fiddling with the engine. Sweat ran down his forehead, making him even more irritated.