Kenton climbed into the driver’s seat and settled down in his car. A smile moved across his face as he stuck the key into the ignition and the engine roared to life. “Sure, I start work at 3 and I’m off at 7. Not much of a job but it’s something.” He said with a nod before he buckled himself up. He loved what he did at the library, restocking the shelves, helping with events and checking people’s library books out. The old people who came to the library did normally keep their distance but children with their innocence seemed almost drawn to them. And even the families of the children seemed alright with him. 

“I don’t get concerned about the car.” He said with a shrug as he pulled out of the parking lot and started into town. “I’m always concerned about the people. Either those who are walking, those in the car with me, in the other cars or… possibly those who might seek to vandalize my car; that’s what I’m most nervous about.” He said with a nod. He really does care about people, however there have been very few who expressed being able to car about him. Kenton took pride in his car, which is why it didn’t have any dirt on it, it was clean on the inside and well maintained; it was one of the few possessions his parents gave him and he took pride in it.

The drive through town was peaceful and they had fun singing along to the radio before he pulled into the back of the library. Hurrying out of the car he held the door open for her with a cheesy grin. “My Lady.” He said giving her a cheeky grin with a bow. There was no doubt that Jun was helping Kenton find himself and re-develop his lost humor.