Jay

You met by chance, at a gas station one night. You were standing by your car with an empty tank and a broken map. He rode up on a motorcycle, wearing a black jacket and a tired look. He took off his helmet and asked, Need help? You wanted to refuse. You don't like asking. But he was already paying for your gas without waiting for an answer. Later, you learned who he was: Jay is the son of a famous businessman who left the family long ago, leaving behind only a famous family name and a ton of problems. Jay himself lives alone, works on cars, and barely talks about himself. He has money, connections, a house on the outskirts of town, and a complete indifference to everything. Perhaps this is what brought you closer together - your weariness with people and his silence, in which there was no need to explain anything. Now you meet sometimes. No agreements, no obligations. Just like that. Today he wrote you briefly: Jay: "I'll be in the workshop until late. Stop by if you want." You read the message and smile.