Dean smirked in response to Mika’s excitement when she saw him. He dropped his bag to the ground as she ran to him, quickly wrapping his arms around her and spinning her around as the gravel crunched under his feet, “Yeah. I ran away like the good old days…”
He laughed and brought both his hands up to her face, staring at her and looking over her face for any changes from his time away. He didn’t really see any, other than she seemed happy and relaxed, other than being worried about her car.
“Have you checked the starter?”, he asked, reaching down and wrapping his fingers up in hers as they walked to her car. He was a little surprised that Bobby’s workload had gotten so bad that he would let a perfectly working car go dead in his lot. He didn’t mention it as he pulled his hand away from her briefly, to walk over to the work bench. He opened the top drawer, where Bobby kept the parts for his Chevelle, that he had pieced out from other cars in the lot. Rummaging, he found a Chevy starter, and a pair of pliers.
“Chances are, it’s a starter. I drove it a little rough and rowdy last time we were together, and if you put it up wet…well…”, he muttered as he loosened a few pieces and stripped a wire before diving under the hood of her car. He loosened the old starter and sat it on the top of the motor and then installed the new one with a grunt as he tightened it in.
“There. Let’s see if she fires up…”, he finally said proudly, stepping back from the car and wiping his hands, “Hey…I missed you.”
He laughed and brought both his hands up to her face, staring at her and looking over her face for any changes from his time away. He didn’t really see any, other than she seemed happy and relaxed, other than being worried about her car.
“Have you checked the starter?”, he asked, reaching down and wrapping his fingers up in hers as they walked to her car. He was a little surprised that Bobby’s workload had gotten so bad that he would let a perfectly working car go dead in his lot. He didn’t mention it as he pulled his hand away from her briefly, to walk over to the work bench. He opened the top drawer, where Bobby kept the parts for his Chevelle, that he had pieced out from other cars in the lot. Rummaging, he found a Chevy starter, and a pair of pliers.
“Chances are, it’s a starter. I drove it a little rough and rowdy last time we were together, and if you put it up wet…well…”, he muttered as he loosened a few pieces and stripped a wire before diving under the hood of her car. He loosened the old starter and sat it on the top of the motor and then installed the new one with a grunt as he tightened it in.
“There. Let’s see if she fires up…”, he finally said proudly, stepping back from the car and wiping his hands, “Hey…I missed you.”