Chapter 65

A red Chevrolet Camaro SS stopped in front of the gate, it had a flat tire. A bulky man stepped out from it, he opened his boot and carried out a spare tire.

His aura reminded me of Maverick but the attitude was different, he had blue eyes and wore a sweatshirt and pants, when he caught me staring he smiled and waved.

He attached a small black gadget to his car and proceeded to fix his car.

I studied the gadget, I looked like a camera in some ways.

Tired of dawdling, I went upstairs, wore a cotton shirt, tied it above my stomach and mini shorts.

The truck needed washing and that was what I was going to do.

I attached a hose to the garden tap and began to wash the car.

A whistle made me turn.

Our neighborhood leaned over our fence, he dusted his hands.

"Need help"

"I'm good"

"You sure, you look like you need help"

"I'm sure I don't, I got it thanks"

"You know how to drive a stick or should I teach you"