garage; late afternoon; attn: gaia
The car was a literally a piece of crap, but he was in heaven.
It was a 1976 442 that was rusted over, had no working lights, and had a questionable odour, but the engine ran well, so who was he to complain? It would make a good summer project for himself, and anyone else, if they so chose. That being said, he was almost guaranteed to just work on it himself, but he'd promised Ada he'd try to find himself a hobby, something to occupy his time.
This would work.
He had just finished looking the car over, detailing in his head all the things he needed to do, when something caught his eye. A woman, he'd never seen before, opening the door to what he believed to be Matty's car.
"Hey!," he called out, heading towards the car. "What are you doing? That's not your car."