Amelia"Hey, brother. Having trouble with your car?" I knew calling him brother was enough to set him off since it would alert him that I did know that it's not his car but he was surprisingly calm and he stopped fidgeting with the handle of the car long enough to give me a look over.He gave me a brash "fuck off" before continuing, deciding I wasn't a threat or important enough for him to leave what he was doing to attend to."You didn't reply me, you know that? That's rude." I said, wanting to piss him off enough to get him to let go of the handle before my plans of saving the car is over. Although, I had no idea what I wanted to do, I had to stall for as long as possible while viewing my options. I hoped whomever owned the car came out quickly; that would save me a lot of strength."What are you doing? That doesn't look like the key to your car. Is it lost? I can help you find it if you tell me where you think you dropped it. I don't think it's safe to use tools like that for this