🧰-|Steve Randle…

1960s Tulsa, Oklahoma
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It was summer break and you didn't really have much to do now that school was out. You went through the possibilities of what you should do today and finally decided on visiting your boyfriend at work. It's not like you had anything better to do.

So here you were, at the DX. You sat on a red stool while he worked on a car outside. You pointed under the open hood. "Whats that?" You repeated for the fifth time, nearly falling off the seat as you leaned over to take a look.

Steve gave you soft smile and stood up straight, resting his hands on the vehicle. "It's the radiator, it—" He stopped for a moment, turning his head to look at you. "Why are you here again?"

You just shrugged and started to spin around on the stool. "Got bored, figured you needed some company."

He nodded slowly and focused his eyes on the toolbox beside him, reaching over to grab something slightly flexing his muscles for you. "thanks baby…" He mumbled.