My Pride And Joy.

“Your radiator overheated, and it caused your hose to burst. I’ve replaced the hose for you, and I’ve bridged it for you as well- removing any air bubbles. In all honesty, you are lucky that your engine didn’t catch fire. When was the last time you had your oil changed?” The mechanic known as Angel asks me with a look of disbelief smeared across his aging features.

I bite my lower lip. “I asked Joe from One Smart Auto to change it when I took my car in to get warranted,” I reply with my brows drawing together. “He charged me three hundred dollars in the end because he told me that I needed my spotlights changed and a wheel alignment.”

Angel scoffs, shaking his head as he wipes his oil-glazed hands on the rag that’s tucked inside his pocket. “That man needs to be shut down. I can tell you right now, darling, he didn’t change your oil nor did he replace your spotlights with new bulbs. He did you dirty, and you’re not the only one he’s ripped off this week.”

“I’m not?” I ask surprised wi