"Did you hear Marty's auto shop in Dolton just lost one of their top mechanics." Luther speaks as I drop the board on the table.
"No. I don't have a subscription to Finridge Weekly Gossip."
Luther sighs, following me into the house, "Well I heard he's asking around for hire."
"Hasn't he heard of the internet?"
"He's old-school like me. Wants people who care more about tuning up s**t than Twittering all day."
"Well then I'm sure everyone over 50 with a bad back would be his best bet." I retort, reaching for my keys as I open the front door.
"That's not technically true. You're quite a great mechanic yourself boy and you don't exist according to the internet, I've googled you before, you know?"
"Are you firing me old man?" I raise a brow.
"Course not." He chuckles, hitting my arm
