After school, I walked straight to the auto repair shop my mom had lobbied for me. My steps felt lighter than usual as I got closer to the place. I didn't know if it was excitement or relief. I had been nervous about the first day, but something about this place made me feel like I belonged already.
When I stepped inside, I realized it wasn’t as quiet as I thought. A few guys looked up from their work and immediately tried to look impressive. Muscles flexing, chests out, some even tried to flash me a smile. I rolled my eyes.
It felt typical and uncomfortable at the same time. What the hell are they doing trying to flex on me? I came here because I had important things to do. I wouldn't let anyone distract me with this even though it's very appreciated by a lot of girls.
“Stop gawking,
