waywarddone | We're caught in a trap

"Turn that damn music down, Matty! Can't even hear myself think out here." Bobby yelled it up to the boys' rooms as loud as he could and was rewarded with an angrily slammed door in reaction. Hey, at least the sound was quieter through the door.

Whether it would be quiet enough for Sam to do his homework with any kind of focus was a different question, but at least Bobby could also close the door and check on who had just walked into the shop.

"I swear, Rufus, if you think I'll toss you another freebie--" He cut himself off, because that wasn't Rufus right there. Bobby hadn't expected anyone else to come by this time of day in the middle of a week, but this was someone else.

Fancy black suit, shiny black shoes, he even thought he caught a whiff of a cologne that was probably more expensive than his entire life. City guy, for sure. What the hell was someone like that doing in their neck of the woods?

"Evenin'," Bobby said, looking at the guy. It was awkward, feeling this outclassed in his own place. "What can I do you for?"

"Here's your car keys back." Michael looked tired and he was. Six hours in the car, a lot of them with Raphael, he was not in the best of moods but he didn't want to hurt his chances at scoring with the hot, sexy redneck so he tried his best to smile. "There's still a teen in the back but you can keep that if you fancy?"

He was pretty open to just leaving him there for as long as it took to fix his car. Teenagers were more malleable. He could sleep there and live there. "But thank you, it drove fine." It had no aircon but that was another issue.

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