𝐒𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧 | e. jeager

1

"How long is this going to take? I have a project to get to," you crossed your arms and leaned against the hood of your bald friend's car.

You'd only just stepped out of the well conditioned car two minutes ago and somehow the heat was already taking a toll on your body.

"Stop being moody. You're the one who agreed to come with me," Connie examined the car a few feet away from him with a look of interest.

"That's kind of hard when you're bipolar," you joked with a smirk. Using the palm of your hand, you covered your eyes to avoid the flaming sun.

Connie disregarded your words, already accustomed to your out of proportion jokes and kept his eyes on the black and red car.

If Armin didn't have classes today, you wouldn't need to be here in the scorching heat looking at numerous sweaty guys in tank tops. Not that you were complaining.

"It's perfect," Connie tapped his hand against the trunk of the car and squatted down, coming face to face with the car's wheels.

You looked up at the man standing beside the car with questioning eyes, assuming that he was the owner of the fairly new mobile. From as long as you knew, the rule was no touching others cars.

It was sort of an unspoken rule within the car community. Like grabbing your own luggage at the airport. Once you saw a guy get knocked unconscious from not following it.

"Do you know this guy?" you awkwardly gesture to the man no more than a yard away.

Connie, acting as if he didn't hear you, continued groping the gold rims connected to the fresh tires.

You send the intimidating man a nice smile that most likely came out looking like someone tied you up in a basement and took a picture to send to your loved ones. Which in this case would probably be one of the two boys you spent all your time with since middle school.

"Hello?" you whispered, keeping the fake smile a second longer before you looked into Connie's direction once again.

"I'm starting to wish Armin wasn't busy," Connie sent you a brief look of annoyance. "These guys don't care if I touch their cars. I'm one of the most respected people here," he responded, sending a nod to the owner.

The man nodded in response before turning his attention back to the other cars in the lot.

With that, you chose to keep quiet and focus on the vehicle at hand. Atleast now didn't need to fear being murdered in affiliation with Connie.

The car was nothinging special. There were most likely thousands of other models around the world.

The only thing that made it valuable was the modifications that seemed to cost more than the original price of the car.

You could understand if someone paid that much to restore an older car, but modern cars are already as expensive as they are. In your opinion, it wasn't worth it.

Connie on the other hand, lived for newer models like these. "Armin would love this car," he took out his phone and snapped a picture of it.

After another minute of watching Connie explore, he eventually shook hands with the owner and made his way over to you.

"Great your back. I was actually dying." you softly smiled.

"That only took a minute," Connie tossed the keys to his car in your direction and you caught them without a moment of hesitation.

"Actually, I died of a heat stroke. But luckily for you, the grim reaper decided to be nice and give me another chance at life," you pocketed the assortment of keys that you knew went to his apartment and cars.