“You’ll have to wait.” Isaiah Alexander’s voice was neither low nor high.

“Need a hand?” Xander offered. When Xander got nervous, he babbled. “I’m pretty good with mechanical things, unless or maybe especially if they’re flammable.” The boy chuckled awkwardly. Could you blame him? It is his first time meeting his father.

That got a chuckle. “Spoken like someone with too much time on their hands.” Xander’s father rolled out from underneath the car and stood.

“You looking for a job?” He asked Xander, like wayward teenagers showed up here all the time with a trio of girls.

Before the sixteen year old could respond, a girl came out of the supposed storage room. A girl, who looked oddly like the man who stood before him— like his father. The girl looked a few years younger than him. Did Xander have a sister?