Clandestine

Pathetically perfect

"Have you got any experience with handling cars? The man said.

Chuuya liked his appreance, blond unkempt hair that was tied into a braid, he had a cool Jean jacket on, with all sorts of sown army pieces on it. He wore sunglasses too, despite being inside.

"Not professionally."

"Oh?" He leant forward "then how?"

"I've fixed up my sisters car from time to time, checked the engine, tightened screws. I've also helped my boyfriends dad with his car, as well as a few neighbours. Was also a errand boy for some mechanics," Chuuya rambled, he felt a bit narcissistic doing this, even though this is what interviews are for.

The man looked intrigued, Chuuya was accustomed his grin already, he never seemed to stop smiling "when was this?" He asked, juggling a rubix cube in his hand.

"When I was about sxiteen or seventeen."

He whistled "pretty young to know how to handle that type of stuff but-" he stopped his juggling and turned towards Chuuya, looking over the top of his sunglasses, "I'm not one to discriminate."

He stood up and stretched with a groan "if you can figure out the problem with this customers car, I'll hire you."

Chuuya shot out of his seat "really?!"

"Sure, come on!" He cheered.

It was a nice car, a black Audi, Chuuya instatly knew it was an A4. It seemed ancient compared to some of the technological cars that roamed the streets now, but there was something humble and cosy about it. She'd been loved that was for sure.

That was somehting new cars missed, the homey feeling, now it just felt like you were an airplane pilot, using it for trips and nothing more.

Confident and determined Chuuya placed his hand out, "keys?" The boss threw him the keys and Chuuya unlocked the car, sitting at the steering wheel; for a second he had the impulse to look for the on button. Right, he thought, automatics weren't a thing when this car was created, as if the gear stick wasn't testament to that.

Sliding the key into the ignition, the car immediately tunred on. So it wasn't a starting up problem, then a ding was heard and Chuuya looked towards the small pixilated screen.

Low oil pressure.

Chuuya got up from the drivers seat, he lifted up the hood of the car and inspected the motor, it appeared to be fine.

His first impulse was to say that, as the indicator indicated, there wasn't enough oil in the tank but that was too simple... he was being tested, surely they wouldn't give him something as simple as that?

He then remebered the conversation he had with Dazai before he left to come here.

"You've always trusted your gut more and nine times out of ten you've always been right. Don't second guess yourself, pretend it's Kyoyo's car and I'm there droning on about another fucked up book I read."

"What was that one you talked to me about in senior year, when I was fixing up Kyoyo's car again? Handman's tale? Handy-"

"Handmaids tale."

"That one was gross."

"Gross but so good. Anyway my point is, don't over think it, leave that for me and do what feels right. That's how you get jobs. By believing in yourself, the people who are impressed by you will come by eventually."

So Chuuya ignored going to check the oil level.

It was risky, if there isn't enough oil going to the motor, it will overheat and eventually explode, but... this was far too simple, even for a newbie.