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on for you, I wanted to drop by and see if you’d like me to do them now.”
“So … you’re done work? And you came by to see if I wanted you to put my tires on for me?”
“For no charge obviously,” he added quickly.
My eyes narrowed. Something was going on here, I just wasn’t sure what. “Thank you, but I already put them on myself.” He raised an eyebrow at me.
“You did?”
“Yes, is there something wrong with that?”
He stared at me a little speechless. “Sorry. I just … I’m so used to women coming into the shop who don’t even know how to check their fluids … I … you remind me of someone I used to know.”
The look in his eyes made it obvious. He’d loved her.
“Yes well,” I felt a tug of jealously, and I wasn’t quite sure why. “My daddy taught me how to change a tire when I was 14.”
“That’s funny. My mom taught me at about the same age.” He gave a small grin. “Look, I didn’t mean to offend you when I stopped by to see if you wanted help. I just …. I was kind of hoping maybe I could get to know you a little better.” I stared at him in silence for a couple seconds. “It’s the tattoo.” He nodded towards my forearm. The red rose running up my arm was what he meant.
“Oh … Yea.”
“1934, is she your grandmother?”
“Yea.” I nodded. “I pretty much lived with her when I was younger … She used to babysit me … until she passed away.”
“So the tattoo is to honor her memory?”
“Yup. Rose Honley. I got the tattoo last summer, and it was the best thing I’ve ever done.” I surprised myself as I opened up to the man in front of me like I had to very few others.
He held his knuckles out to me. 09222005. No. 09/22 2005.
“I’m sorry for your loss.”
I shrugged. “It’s alright … it, well, there’s nothing anyone can do about it.”
He looked away from me. “Anyways, I just … I can leave. I hope I haven’t scared you or anything, and I promise I’m not going to harass you or … anything.” He forced a smile over his lips and turned on his heel.
“Wait!”
He stopped and turned back to me. “Yea?”
“I thought you wanted to get to know me.” I watched him open his mouth but cut him off. “I’ve had a rough day, but maybe we could get together on the weekend … if you’re free, and you could get to know me a little more.”
He grinned. “I would love that. Does Friday night work for you? I get off work at 4:00.”
With a nod of my head, I said, “I know a great little place down near the auto shop, I can meet you there. If that works for you.”
“Yea, I can make that work.”
I gave him the address and waved goodbye as he walked down my driveway, not waiting to see what kind of car he drove—that could be a surprise on Friday. As I closed my front door and locked it, I let out a deep breath. I had a date … with a random guy who had showed up at my house. Kinda strange but okay.
***
That Friday, I approached the park around 4:00. Somehow, he was already sitting there waiting for me. He didn’t wear dirty jeans or a T-shirt full of holes. Actually, he looked like he cleaned up kind of nice. A lot more than nice to be exact. His black hair was washed and no longer covered in grease, and it even looked like he’d tried to remove some of the oil from his hands.
“Hey,” I sounded just as nervous as I felt. “You’re early.”
“Wanted to make a good impression, I guess.” He smiled, looking me over. “You look great.”
“Thanks.” I swallowed dryly. I’d picked a simple green tank top and skinny jeans, but I knew it would be enough to make him think I looked good … the shirt was a little low cut. Just enough to be sexy but still classy.
“So, there’s a really great café around the corner, I thought maybe …”
“Actually, I made reservations for us somewhere. I hope that’s okay.”
My jaw almost dropped. “Yea. Of course.” When he’d come to my house it seemed like he
“So … you’re done work? And you came by to see if I wanted you to put my tires on for me?”
“For no charge obviously,” he added quickly.
My eyes narrowed. Something was going on here, I just wasn’t sure what. “Thank you, but I already put them on myself.” He raised an eyebrow at me.
“You did?”
“Yes, is there something wrong with that?”
He stared at me a little speechless. “Sorry. I just … I’m so used to women coming into the shop who don’t even know how to check their fluids … I … you remind me of someone I used to know.”
The look in his eyes made it obvious. He’d loved her.
“Yes well,” I felt a tug of jealously, and I wasn’t quite sure why. “My daddy taught me how to change a tire when I was 14.”
“That’s funny. My mom taught me at about the same age.” He gave a small grin. “Look, I didn’t mean to offend you when I stopped by to see if you wanted help. I just …. I was kind of hoping maybe I could get to know you a little better.” I stared at him in silence for a couple seconds. “It’s the tattoo.” He nodded towards my forearm. The red rose running up my arm was what he meant.
“Oh … Yea.”
“1934, is she your grandmother?”
“Yea.” I nodded. “I pretty much lived with her when I was younger … She used to babysit me … until she passed away.”
“So the tattoo is to honor her memory?”
“Yup. Rose Honley. I got the tattoo last summer, and it was the best thing I’ve ever done.” I surprised myself as I opened up to the man in front of me like I had to very few others.
He held his knuckles out to me. 09222005. No. 09/22 2005.
“I’m sorry for your loss.”
I shrugged. “It’s alright … it, well, there’s nothing anyone can do about it.”
He looked away from me. “Anyways, I just … I can leave. I hope I haven’t scared you or anything, and I promise I’m not going to harass you or … anything.” He forced a smile over his lips and turned on his heel.
“Wait!”
He stopped and turned back to me. “Yea?”
“I thought you wanted to get to know me.” I watched him open his mouth but cut him off. “I’ve had a rough day, but maybe we could get together on the weekend … if you’re free, and you could get to know me a little more.”
He grinned. “I would love that. Does Friday night work for you? I get off work at 4:00.”
With a nod of my head, I said, “I know a great little place down near the auto shop, I can meet you there. If that works for you.”
“Yea, I can make that work.”
I gave him the address and waved goodbye as he walked down my driveway, not waiting to see what kind of car he drove—that could be a surprise on Friday. As I closed my front door and locked it, I let out a deep breath. I had a date … with a random guy who had showed up at my house. Kinda strange but okay.
***
That Friday, I approached the park around 4:00. Somehow, he was already sitting there waiting for me. He didn’t wear dirty jeans or a T-shirt full of holes. Actually, he looked like he cleaned up kind of nice. A lot more than nice to be exact. His black hair was washed and no longer covered in grease, and it even looked like he’d tried to remove some of the oil from his hands.
“Hey,” I sounded just as nervous as I felt. “You’re early.”
“Wanted to make a good impression, I guess.” He smiled, looking me over. “You look great.”
“Thanks.” I swallowed dryly. I’d picked a simple green tank top and skinny jeans, but I knew it would be enough to make him think I looked good … the shirt was a little low cut. Just enough to be sexy but still classy.
“So, there’s a really great café around the corner, I thought maybe …”
“Actually, I made reservations for us somewhere. I hope that’s okay.”
My jaw almost dropped. “Yea. Of course.” When he’d come to my house it seemed like he
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