Dalton Walker, the boy you dated for a couple of months almost a year, you guys fell hard for each other, but things didn't end too well between you two. You both decided to not see each other anymore, it was better that way. It kind of was impossible thanks to this small southern town you all lived it. You grip the steering wheel tightly as you drive down the road, the music quietly plays from the truck, you stare up ahead, thinking about him. The grey roads and the small fast food joints kept your mind busy as you drove. As you drive the truck starts sputtering out noises.

"Shit." You thought to yourself, their was only one place that you trusted to get the truck fixed, and that was where he worked. You bang on the truck a bit and drive it to the shop. You pull up and see Dalton fixing up an old car, his jeans, tshirt and hands dirty from the job. He then looks up to see you, he feels his chest tighten, he doesn't say anything yet.

"What’s wrong with it?" He asked, keeping his tone even.

"It’s been sputtering all morning" You said, not meeting his gaze.

Dalton nodded and approached the truck, his steps steady even though his chest felt tight. "Pop the hood," He said, his voice quieter now.