[chapter two]
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~Jimmie's POV~
Why do these stupid meetings have to last until the middle of the evening? It's Monday, we just got home from the track late last night, and man, I just wanna go home and watch TV and lay around, not listen to Chad and Robbie argue about tire pressures.
Oh well. I'll live.
Shit!
Whoever this is on the side of the road is going to get themselves killed!
I pull my car over in front of the car that is barely on the shoulder of the road, the headlights shining directly into my eyes in the rearview mirror. Looks like someone is wrestling with a flat tire, and not very successfully.
I step out of my car and shield my eyes. "Need some help?" I call out, walking back to the white car parked behind me.
"Um. Thanks." A small voice says on my left. I can see a girl stand up and wipe her brow, holding a tire iron in her hand. "I can't get this stupid thing off."
"Let's get your car all the way off the road first, okay?" I say, walking towards the driver's side. "Are the keys in it?"
"Um. Yeah."
After a few moments, I have the car fully on the shoulder and I step out again to try and wrestle with the flat tire. I can finally get a good look at the driver - petite, dark hair, looking very embarrassed.
She's cute, though.
I look at her again. God, she looks familiar.
"Do I know you?" I ask, gently taking the tire iron from her.
"I don't think so. Mr. Johnson."
I smile a little as I stoop down to yank on the tire. So much for no one knowing me. "Call me Jimmie."
"I really appreciate this. I think it's stuck, and I couldn't get it to pull off."
With a few grunts and a well timed kick, I manage to get the tire off and put her spare on in a matter of minutes. I can feel her watching me, trying to watch what I'm doing, so I try to commentate a little as I go. Not to mention, the silence is surrounding us. She's too quiet. Most folks who meet me want to talk my ear off.
Which is okay. But sometimes silence is nice. Better.
"Okay, you should be ready to go. Now, be sure to get this one repaired or a new one put on within a day or two. This spare won't last for long. Okay?" I ask.
She nods, her face downturned. "Okay. Thanks. I really appreciate this. You didn't have to stop."
"But I did."
"Unlike the other four thousand cars that passed me." She says, smiling a little as she looks up.
She's too cute.
"I was a boy scout. Not to mention, I would hate for my mother or sister or someone to be stranded with no one to help." I say with a smile. "Take care of that spare."
"Thanks. I will."
"My pleasure." I look at her again. "Are you sure we haven't met?"
"I'm sure."