It was a warm evening when Dee left Ches's shop after stopping by after school.

A taxi was already waiting outside, but Dee didn't have time to look at the driver because Ches caught up with him, muttering, "You know, I think I'll pop over to check on your parents," and leaned his full weight on his 'nephew' as they walked to the car.

Inside, Dee grumpily adjusted his shirt and gave the address in a monotone voice, staring at his phone. He was about to put on his headphones when the driver turned on the radio, and not some pop music as Dee had expected, but metal.

Dee glanced at Ches, who was chilling in his seat, and then in the rear-view mirror, where he saw the reflection of young eyes framed with black eyeliner. It was unexpected. Instead of some old, worn-out man behind the wheel of a taxi, there was a young guy and a good-looking one at that. And one who knew his music, too.

Moving slightly, Dee tried to see the guy's face in the side mirror and caught a smirk thrown his way. At first he was puzzled, but then a responding smile formed on his own face, and leaning back in his seat, he casually fixed his hair, folding his fingers into a sign of the horns, without taking his eyes off the driver.

When the car reached its destination, they both got out. Ches walked towards the house, expecting Dee to follow, but he didn't. Instead, he remained standing next to the driver's door. "You go ahead, I'll catch up," he called to Ches, and when he disappeared into the house, Dee leaned over to get a good look at the guy behind the wheel. "Got a name, man?"