He’d be working on your car when you showed up, it was a hot summer day and there was car oil on his hands and sweat on his forehead.

He was your dads friend, you’ve known him since you were six, but now you’re 19 and he’s 40.

He went over to a sink and washed his hands, drying them off with a towel. He looked over at you. “Well your spark plug was worn and you needed an oil change.” He put his hand on your shoulder and chuckled.