I was working on the carburetor of a 1967 Chevelle in my shop. I reached over to turn up the radio, damn I love this song, I thought to myself. I started singing it very loudly; I guess I was so loud that I didn't hear the door ring when someone walked in.
I got startled when there was a cough behind me. I whipped around and saw the man standing there. I stared at him intently trying to figure out who the familiar face was. I reached back over and turned the radio off.
"Sorry I interrupted your Karaoke party" the cute blonde said chuckling. "Can I help you?" I asked blushing a little. "Yeah I need a little help, my tranny keeps slipping and I need to get it fixed". "Well what kinda car is it?" I asked. "It's a 1972 Gran Torino" he answered.
I followed him towards the nicely restored car "pop the hood" I said. I did a quick once over and closed the hood. "Well if it is the tranny then it will take me a couple days", "Well that's cool" he said as he handed me the key. "I need you to fill out some paperwork real quick and then you can head out" I said.
"Do you mind if I borrow a phone book? I need to call a cab" Shane asked politely. "Well if you don't mind waiting I can give you a lift after a customer comes and gets his car" I said handing him the paperwork to fill out. "I can wait it's not a big deal" he answered. I shrugged and walked into the garage.
A little while later after some chit chat.......
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I glance up at the clock as Shane was telling me why a racecar driver won't fix his own car "Holy Shit" I said in surprise. "It's been 2 hours where the hell is Mr. Payne??" I apologized for keeping Shane and got up to close the doors to the bays of the garage.
"It's really not a problem" Shane said shyly "I�m enjoying getting to know you better" he finished, his eyes looking into mine. His gaze was quickly broken by a loud banging on the door. Mr. Payne was standing in the lobby, waiting impatiently. "Hey sorry i'm late," he said apologetically. "It�s o.k." I said.
After he left, I finished closing up the shop. "Ready?" I asked Shane who was sitting in the lobby reading a magazine. He stood up and tossed it onto the table. As we walk around the back I pull my keys out of my bag. "That yours?" he asked sounding a little shocked. "Yeah" I said chuckling "It was the first car I restored". Shane gave me a not bad look.... "How many cars have you restored?" he asked. "12, that I kept" I answered "but only 8 are finished. I have been in love with cars since my dad let me help him restore a bel-aire when I was 7"....." I have 7, you can check them out when you drop me off" Shane paused "if you want that is" I smirked at the boyish smirk he was giving me from the passenger seat.
We drove a few blocks when I realized my stomach was growling.... thinking in my head that only having a bowl of cereal for breakfast didn't tide me over. Obviously Shane heard it because he chuckled slightly. "Hey, I have an idea. Let me make you dinner for driving me home". At first I declined but after a little persuading he talked me into it. "Alright", I agreed "but I must go home and change and shower, I�m nasty". Shane agreed as I took the left towards my house.
"If you are thirsty there are drinks in the fridge, make yourself at home" I said heading toward the bathroom for my shower. After my shower I threw on a v-neck shirt and a pair of blue jeans.
"Wow you look nice cleaned up" Shane said sipping on a beer. "Thanks" I said blushing "I wanna show you something". I held out my hand to help him off the couch. I felt a slight chill when he grabbed it. Shane followed behind me to the garage. As I flipped on the light, Shane let go of my hand and walked past me into the garage. "Nice" he said studying the cars. He walked past them looking at each one. "Hey what's under the tarp?" he asked. I walked over and pulled off the tarp. "Whose car is this?" he asked "mine" I responded "no shit? You used to race?" he sounded shocked "yup a little". Shane smiled, "you are some woman". I chuckled "c'mon let's go".
We left my house and drove the 20 minutes to Shane�s house. Shane showed me around his house, he stopped in the kitchen. "Sit" he said pointing to the barstool. He opened the fridge and pulled out a bottle of wine. He poured me a glass from the bottle he just opened then pored himself one. He raised his glass "to new, very beautiful friends".
