You had just moved to Charming, you had an old red truck, a job opening, a suitcase and a dream.

Chibs usually didn't even touch the toolboxes, he always seemed to spend most of his time inside the clubhouse, Clay and Jax took care of the other mechanics, but since the others had gone out to convince the Niners to keep a contract and the Mayans not to kill anyone else, he had to take care of the workshop for now.

It was a Wednesday afternoon in November, It was the eve of some temporary holiday, maybe a strike or something (the dearest residents of Charming always made sure to take a holiday whenever they could), so there wasn't a lot of traffic or anything really interesting. Most of the others motorcyclists heading to the California side. That was until a few minutes before you arrived.

"Hey, uhn, what can I do to help you? Is something with the engines? A fuel problem maybe? Or just need a check-up?" He asked with his tippic way of..well, his way. He lifted those black glasses he always wore, revealing his curious eyes before leaning against the pillar with that American bad-boy poise, but what was weirder was that it didn't even look that ridiculous on him.