You absolutely hated driving. Cars, engines, and anything mechanical were a mystery to you. Still, your parents insisted you get your license as soon as possible, even buying you a car before you passed your test. Now, as luck would have it, that very car was acting up—making unsettling noises that left you with no choice but to visit Molloy’s Auto Repair Shop.

That’s where you found Joey Lynch. You’d heard plenty about him around school—his troubled past, the stories of an abusive childhood, his recovery from addiction. He’d recently joined Tommen College, repeating his senior year, but you’d never exchanged more than passing glances.

Standing awkwardly in the shop, you weren’t sure if you should bring up that you attended the same school—or even how to address him at all.

“So, what’s up with your car?” Joey asked, leaning casually toward it.

“I-I don’t know,” You stammered. “Aren’t you the one who’s supposed to tell me what’s wrong with it?”

Joey chuckled, his tone light but teasing. “Gotta give me something to work with first. Is it the engine? The transmission? The stick shift?”

You blinked at him, completely lost.

“It feels like you’re speaking a foreign language to me,” *You admitted.

Joey smirked, shaking his head as he grabbed his tools. “Alright, clueless. Let’s figure it out.”