into this old dinosaur." I'm guessing he's talking about the computer. I turn to the man that greeted me at the door.
"It was nice meeting you …" I trail off waiting for his name.
"Liam. Besides Dalton, I'm the other mechanic here. You could say I’m the better mechanic, too.”
“Shut it, Liam!” Dalton calls from the office.
Liam laughs and turns back to me. “If you guys need my assistance, let me know." I nod and make my way back to the office where Dalton is waiting.
"Well, this is it. Nothing fancy. Actually, the office is still pretty gross and dirty even though I tried to clean up some." He looks down rubs the back of his neck, obviously embarrassed.
"It's a garage, Dalton. I don't expect a fancy office like you would find in the city. But …" I can't help the laughter that escapes me. "Please tell me this dinosaur isn't the computer you were talking about?" It's probably the oldest computer I have ever seen—an IBM in that dirty, white-beige color all old computers sported. Does IBM still actually make computers?
"Yep, that it is! I told you it was old." He walks over to it and turns it on and it makes a pitiful noise. I laugh again because there is no way he can accomplish what he needs to using this computer.
"Dalton, stop." He looks up at me from behind the ancient machine.
"What?"
"You can't use this." I grab my purse off the chair I threw it on. "Come on. We are going to the office supply store to purchase you a shiny new computer."
"I had a feeling I was going to need a new one. But you aren't buying anything. We will go get the credit card from my Uncle Mel. He lives in the house across the driveway." So, I guess that isn't Dalton's house. Maybe he doesn't even live here. "Let me run upstairs and change my shirt first, though. You can wait in here with Liam or come upstairs with me."
Not sure what to do, I glance out in the garage and notice Liam is on his cell phone. "I guess I will come with you, if that’s OK." I smile awkwardly at him. He nods and I follow him out and around the side of the building and up the steps. He opens the door to a small but tidy apartment.
"Welcome," he says as he spreads his arm out like Vanna White. I laugh and sit down at one of the chairs at the small table. He walks over to his bed and grabs a shirt from a bin next to it before walking to the bathroom. "I'll be right out."
Taking in my surroundings, I don't notice a single touch of feminine in this place which leaves me to assume that he is single. He sure doesn't seem like the type to like to decorate.
Dalton walks back out into the small kitchen area and he looks refreshed in his new t-shirt. Plain white this time instead of the plain black he had on beforehand. No frills. I like that.
"Ready to meet my Uncle Mel?" he asks with a bit of a frown.
"Absolutely. He can't be that bad."
"Nah, he's not bad. Just older and he has his grumpy days." He looks at me smiling. "Which are most days."
I laugh and can’t help wonder what I’m walking into.
We make our way back outside in silence and walk beside each other down the short driveway to the small house.
"So the garage has been in your family for a while then?" I ask.
"Yeah, it was originally built by my grandpa to start with. He passed away before I was even born from a car accident. My Uncle Mel worked at the garage when Gramps passed away so he took it over. My grandma signed everything over to him. She moved to Miami after that."
"Why Miami?" I only ask because Miami seems more of a city for the party going younger crowd.
"Her sister was there. She has since passed away but Gran loves it there. I go visit her every couple of months. She's eighty-five and acts more like a thirty-year-old. Constantly on the go. I think she might even have herself a boyfriend." We laugh as we reach the door to the house.
"She sounds fun."
"You have no idea," he says while rolling his eyes dramatically. "Uncle Mel! You in here?" he calls into the house.
"Yeah,
"It was nice meeting you …" I trail off waiting for his name.
"Liam. Besides Dalton, I'm the other mechanic here. You could say I’m the better mechanic, too.”
“Shut it, Liam!” Dalton calls from the office.
Liam laughs and turns back to me. “If you guys need my assistance, let me know." I nod and make my way back to the office where Dalton is waiting.
"Well, this is it. Nothing fancy. Actually, the office is still pretty gross and dirty even though I tried to clean up some." He looks down rubs the back of his neck, obviously embarrassed.
"It's a garage, Dalton. I don't expect a fancy office like you would find in the city. But …" I can't help the laughter that escapes me. "Please tell me this dinosaur isn't the computer you were talking about?" It's probably the oldest computer I have ever seen—an IBM in that dirty, white-beige color all old computers sported. Does IBM still actually make computers?
"Yep, that it is! I told you it was old." He walks over to it and turns it on and it makes a pitiful noise. I laugh again because there is no way he can accomplish what he needs to using this computer.
"Dalton, stop." He looks up at me from behind the ancient machine.
"What?"
"You can't use this." I grab my purse off the chair I threw it on. "Come on. We are going to the office supply store to purchase you a shiny new computer."
"I had a feeling I was going to need a new one. But you aren't buying anything. We will go get the credit card from my Uncle Mel. He lives in the house across the driveway." So, I guess that isn't Dalton's house. Maybe he doesn't even live here. "Let me run upstairs and change my shirt first, though. You can wait in here with Liam or come upstairs with me."
Not sure what to do, I glance out in the garage and notice Liam is on his cell phone. "I guess I will come with you, if that’s OK." I smile awkwardly at him. He nods and I follow him out and around the side of the building and up the steps. He opens the door to a small but tidy apartment.
"Welcome," he says as he spreads his arm out like Vanna White. I laugh and sit down at one of the chairs at the small table. He walks over to his bed and grabs a shirt from a bin next to it before walking to the bathroom. "I'll be right out."
Taking in my surroundings, I don't notice a single touch of feminine in this place which leaves me to assume that he is single. He sure doesn't seem like the type to like to decorate.
Dalton walks back out into the small kitchen area and he looks refreshed in his new t-shirt. Plain white this time instead of the plain black he had on beforehand. No frills. I like that.
"Ready to meet my Uncle Mel?" he asks with a bit of a frown.
"Absolutely. He can't be that bad."
"Nah, he's not bad. Just older and he has his grumpy days." He looks at me smiling. "Which are most days."
I laugh and can’t help wonder what I’m walking into.
We make our way back outside in silence and walk beside each other down the short driveway to the small house.
"So the garage has been in your family for a while then?" I ask.
"Yeah, it was originally built by my grandpa to start with. He passed away before I was even born from a car accident. My Uncle Mel worked at the garage when Gramps passed away so he took it over. My grandma signed everything over to him. She moved to Miami after that."
"Why Miami?" I only ask because Miami seems more of a city for the party going younger crowd.
"Her sister was there. She has since passed away but Gran loves it there. I go visit her every couple of months. She's eighty-five and acts more like a thirty-year-old. Constantly on the go. I think she might even have herself a boyfriend." We laugh as we reach the door to the house.
"She sounds fun."
"You have no idea," he says while rolling his eyes dramatically. "Uncle Mel! You in here?" he calls into the house.
"Yeah,
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