The shop was unusually quiet for Tuesday as I sat twiddling my thumbs. My car repair shop was one of the best in Atlanta, and Tuesday's were my busiest day.

Keith was fixing up someone's break pads as I was fixing up some papers for car body parts that needed ordered. There was heavy rain outside and the temperature was rightly down to what it would usually be. The slight draft coming in from the side door gave me chills down my whole body.

"Keith!" I called to him as I watched another car pull into the empty bay.

"I've got it sorted!" He shouted back in a voice which sounded a little hasty.

The pen was satisfyingly flowing on the paper when a sudden shadow made me look up. Therefore, I seen a tall man in a white suit with piercing blue eyes.

"Asshat! Fix my goddamn car now." He dropped the keys on my desk with such arrogance and then proceeded to walk outside in the pouring rain, across to the diner. I frowned at the man before me as he walked out.

"Keith, what the hell was that about?" I lifted my hat and rubbed my brow, placing my hat back on almost perfectly.

"He came in here last week about another problem. Something has crawled up his ass." Keith shrugged his shoulders and walked out to the main shop as I followed.

"What did he need fixed?" I rolled my eyes, my mind drifting off to him and rather not the car.

"Some sensors, which I fixed and two new tyres. Would have fucking helped if he told me what else was wrong,"

I rolled my eyes and went back to my office, lifting the car keys and going back out into the garage. My overalls wrapped around my waist and my yellow shirt hung loose.

"Prick, honestly." Keith walked off into the office, leaving me to sort out the problem.

Although he seemed like a right asshole, I had no idea who he was. A few cuts on his neck, blue shirt and white suit, unbuttoned. He looked rough. Eyes that would pierce you and his hair ruffled with the slightest of a stubble. A brown belt held up his white suit pants. I mentally slapped myself, laughing with my southern accent, "What the hell is wrong with me?"

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"Asshat!" A loud voice interrupted my train of thoughts.

The asshole had returned.

I rolled out from under his fancy car and pulled myself up to face the man who was only a few inches taller. A small bit of chest hair covered where his top two buttons were undone on his wrinkled blue shirt.

"You'll be glad to know your cars fixed." I went to walk off before he spun me around and pointed a finger at my chest.

"I swear to god if I have to come back here I'll break that guys hands." He pointed directly at Keith who was fixing another car. Then he threw the cash in my hand and drove off.

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After Keith and I closed the shop up, we headed to a local bar. After the stressful day we had, we both wanted a beer or two. For some reason, the man in the suit wouldn't escape my mind. I couldn't even get him to sign any papers so I didn't have any hint of a name.

Keith was watching the football on the tiny screen above the bar as I picked at the monkey nuts and taking a swig of beer every now and then. My brain kept going back to him and the mystery it left.

"I can tell when you're thinking about something." Keith took me by surprise when he snapped out of his football daze.

"Y'all ever think as to why people are such dicks?" I laughed a little and rolled my eyes, putting the casing of the monkey nut back in the basket.

"Always." Keith sniggered and went to the bathroom, leaving me alone.

I thought about this guy again, and again, and again, until I felt like I had hit a brick wall.

I took a sip of my beer again and stared at the screen above the bar. The team we supported was getting their asses kicked.

Someone tapped me on the shoulder and I spoke before I turned around. "Hey Keith." I then turned around to see someone else standing beyond me.

"Do I look like Keith to you asshat?"

I didn't know whether punch him square in the mouth or just turn away. His smart ass attitude lit a fire in me.

"No." I sighed. The man in the blue suit glanced down at me on the chair, both hands on the table. Shiny gold rings were glistening from under the bar light.

"Anyways, thanks for fixing my car. That other guy ain't worth shit." He walked off and I looked over at him, and saw Keith giving him the death stare.

Shit.

"What the hell did you just say?" Keith walked up to the man in the suit and clenched his fists, immediately getting the stares from everyone in the room.

Everyone stood watching, not a single word and not a single movement.

"You can't fix a car for shit. This guy knows more than you. Piss off." The guy in the suit stormed off out the door while Keith followed.

I shouted behind Keith, begging him to not start anything serious. This guy seemed enough trouble and Keith would get his ass kicked in.

"Keith enough! Let him go now!" Keith turned to look at me and he stumbled back into the bar as I went out to the parking lot to find the man in the suit.

I spotted him walking off with a lighter in hand and a cigarette in the other.

"Hey!" I rushed up to him as he turned to face me. "Sorry about that, he can get riled up easily."

"I can tell. Name's Nick. You?" His soft grey eyes felt like they were staring into my soul, making me shift in my stance. It was cold and my thin shirt wasn't keeping me from it.

"Ellis. Some people call me El but I think I prefer Ellis because El sounds like a girl's name."

Nick looked at me and softly laughed, making me slightly confused.

"Ellis. Good to meet you." He nodded then walked off into the night but I had an instinct.

"I can buy you a drink because of what happened," I spoke whilst awkwardly rubbing the tension in my neck. Nick stopped dead in his tracks and turned around to face me.

"Sure, but we are going to a different one. I'm not hanging around that ass." His eyebrows furrowed. Maybe following him wasn't a bad thing at all.

I lifted my trucker cap and then placed it back on perfectly.

"That's fine." I shrugged. We walked in the direction of the bar but I looked back to my truck. The bar was at least two miles.

I ran off back to my truck as Nick watched me. "What the hell, Ellis?"

"Get in!"

Nick got in and I knew I wouldn't be able to drive home.