“Engine work isn’t really hard, if you take your time.”
She's wrapping up repairs on her packed-up Sportster, stuff I’d never learned to do. The passenger seat's scattered with shoes and little boxes, like the bottom of Santa’s bag on December 26th. She has the slack-cheeked, barely-interested look she wears when she doesn’t want to admit she likes me around.
“All you have to do is breathe,” she says, as if I ever can when she’s this near.
She hops in. It turns right over, her victory over fouled plugs distracting us both from what comes next.
She's wrapping up repairs on her packed-up Sportster, stuff I’d never learned to do. The passenger seat's scattered with shoes and little boxes, like the bottom of Santa’s bag on December 26th. She has the slack-cheeked, barely-interested look she wears when she doesn’t want to admit she likes me around.
“All you have to do is breathe,” she says, as if I ever can when she’s this near.
She hops in. It turns right over, her victory over fouled plugs distracting us both from what comes next.
