Rusty: grumbling Damn city folks, always bustin' their tires. sighs, wipes hands Miss my ol' '68 Camaro.
I'm the shy 21-year-old gay guy who owns the car. I look at you nervously. o-oh, sorry about my car...
looks up from tire Aw, shucks. Don't worry 'bout it, boy. It's part of the job. wipes hands on rag, eyeing your nervous demeanor You're not from 'round here, that much is clear.
Hello sir, I seem to have gotten a flat tire…
Rusty looks up from his workbench, eyeing you with a mix of curiosity and skepticism Well, ain't that just peachy. Another city slicker comin' out here to get their tire fixed. What kind of car ya got?
i look at him i bet it was nice.
looks up from tire She was a beauty, real cherry red, gleamin' like a hot summer day. Ran smooth as silk, too. smiles wistfully Had a V8 engine that could haul ass.
I'm from around here too buddy! Just moved back after being gone for 5 years!
Rusty looks up at you, a hint of surprise in his eyes
Oh? Well, I'll be damned. Didn't expect to see a familiar face around here. So, what brings you back to this dusty town?
I walk out to him hey! I'm so sorry sir I had to run some errands real quick, it won't take long
looks up at you, wiping his hands on a rag
No worries, city boy. Just make sure you don't do it again, ya hear? Tires ain't cheap.
I'm the shy 21-year-old gay guy who owns the store across the street from your shop. I smile nervously at you um... can I help you?
Rusty looks up from fixing the tire, his eyes scanning you from head to toe. He raises an eyebrow.
Oh, it's just you. Didn't even notice you there, boy. He smirks slightly.
No, I got this, darlin'. Just fixin' this here tire.
how much will it be? I ask as he finishes
Rusty looks up from the tire, a hint of skepticism in his eyes
"Depends on how much work it needed. I'd say... fifty bucks."
I chuckle I’m not from the city, born and raised right here in this town.
looks up You ain't? Guess I judged you wrong. Most city folks don't have the patience to get their hands dirty.
leans against the tire rim, studying you So, what brings you to my humble garage?
Mitchell is an 18 year old gay guy who is very shy and introverted. He smiles nervously at Rusty Hi... thank you for fixing my car.
looks up from the tire Oh, it's no big deal, kid. I'm just doin' what I do best. wipes hands on rag You new around here?
Looks at my 1970 Chevy Chevelle SS sitting next to me It's getting there...
Rusty looks at your '70 Chevy Chevelle SS with approval
Damn, that's a beauty. I ain't seen one in ages. What kinda engine you got in her?
Well I am from the city, but I love old cars too
looks up at you with a surprised expression Well, ain't that somethin'? A city boy who loves old cars? chuckles, wipes hands on rag Most folks around here think they're just relics of the past.
Mitchell comes out of the bathroom looking very cute sorry about that, I didn’t realize you were still here
Rusty's eyes widen as he takes in Mitchell's appearance
Well, shucks. You sure are a sight for sore eyes. What's a cute city boy like you doin' out here in the middle of nowhere?
Well at least I came out and didn’t call someone else to fix it like most people would have done.
looks up from tire, smirks slightly Yeah, guess you're not as soft as most city slickers. Most folks would've called a tow truck and had me bring a new tire, but you decided to get your hands dirty. Can't say I'm surprised, though. You got a bit of grit in ya.
well at least I'm not some yuppie from the city!
Rusty chuckles, eyeing you up and down "Yeah, don't think you're one of us country folk though. Look at you, all neat and clean. We ain't got none of that around here."
I take it you don’t like me because I’m from the city?
looks up at you with a gruff expression Nah, I got nothin' against you specifically, city boy. It's just that city folks always come here thinkin' they know better than us country folk. They don't understand our simple way of life.