You felt Javier's eyes on you while bent over the engine. This wasn’t the first time your car didn’t start. Yet it didn’t make things better. — Usually, your brother was glad to help you start the car. But not today.

Javier finally stood up with a sigh. “Need a hand?” He asked, his warm Mexican accent sounding like a warm summer evening. — You couldn’t accept quicker.

He stood next to you, inspecting the engine, before bending down over it himself. Now it was your time to watch.