I sat in Papa's office, looking over the books he had asked me to look over, while he did his rounds in the garage. I kept hoping things would get better, but as the days passed it seemed like the other mechanics were never gonna like me and take me seriously. I sighed as I enjoyed being away from their hateful gazes and smart remarks. I had tough skin and I knew this was all a process, but it definitely had a way to get to anyone. I closed the books, leaning back in the chair when I heard the door open.

"Everything legit, Scout?" Papa asked walking into the room, closing the door behind him.

"Yeah, all looks good." I said proudly, sitting up, and handing him the books as he plopped down in the chair across from where I sat.

I looked out the windows, looking over the other mechanics as they continued doing their jobs, sighing loudly.

"They'll come around Scout…just gotta give them time." Papa spoke, not looking up from the books.

"It's been almost 3 weeks, and they still hate my guts." I said softly, running my hand through my hair.

"Remember when you made the all star team in high school?" Papa asked, sitting forward in his chair, as I sighed, and nodded my head.

"That coach pushed you hard didn't he?" Papa asked, as I nodded my head.

"Remember what I told you?" Papa asked me.

"You said that he's challenging me, cause he knows I can do better. That he wants me to change myself and do my best." I repeated verbatim the exact speech my grandfather gave me when I was in high school.

"Exactly. They're just challenging you scout. They want you to change into the boss and mechanic they know you can be." Papa said softly, resting his hand on my shoulder.

"Why do I have to always change?" I said softly, looking down at the ground, feeling my grandfather rub my back soothingly. My grandfather grasping my chin between his finger and thumb, making me look at him.

"Sometimes we all have to adapt…but never change who are on the inside kiddo." Papa spoke, wrapping me in a hug. I knew he was talking about more than the situation at hand, he was talking about everything I had went through in my life, all the changes I had to make for everyone else. Papa knew I was tired of changing and I knew that he wouldn't make me change if he didn't have to, and I knew there were things that you had to do whether you liked it or not, but the one thing Papa always told me was to never change on the inside. Adapt, but never change the important things.

I smiled as I watched my grandfather walk towards the door, before turning back to me.

"Go for a ride, clear your mind." Papa spoke, as I chuckled, wiping a few stray tears from my eyes.

"I can't. I got work here." I explained, turning back to the papers on the desk.

"Then work on your drive." Papa said with a smile, tossing some papers on the desk, as my eyes skimmed over the papers.

"You have to be kidding, I was just out there last week!" I exclaimed with a smile, watching Papa as he shrugged his shoulders, about to open his mouth to say something.

"I know, he's our best customer, so go check it out." I repeated his familiar statement as my Papa smiled.

"He asked for you specifically." Papa added, wagging his eyebrows before walking out of the door, leaving me to roll my eyes, before making my way down to grab my tool bag and overalls before jumping in my car, making the familiar drive.

I pulled up to the large house, cutting the engine to my car, before opening my door and walking towards the large garage who's door was already opened. I approached the garage, seeing the man I was expecting standing in the garage, walking towards me as he saw me approach. I blushed seeing the wide smile on his lips, holding his arms out wide.

"There's my bonita!" Alberto said with a smile, causing me to blush even darker. I walked past him into the garage, noticing the small table had been placed with two placemats as I turned to Alberto.

"Why do I get the feeling this is some sort of ploy?" I asked him with a smile, as I watched his lips curl into a wide smile, before he grabbed my tool bag off my shoulder, placing it to the side.

"First we eat, then I'll let you fix my car." Alberto said confidently, grasping my hand in his, as he pulled me gently towards the table.

"I really shouldn't." I said following him, as we reached the stool, and I smiled as he pulled it out for me.

"I've known your grandfather for years, and it'd look bad on me to have you come out here and I don't take care of you." Alberto explained, resting his hand over his chest dramatically.

"Really? And this has nothing to do with me turning you down for a date?" I asked him curiously watching as the smile appeared on his lips again.

"I told you I don't take no for an answer, although I would of rather treated you to the elegant meal you deserve, bonita." Alberto said softly, reaching for my hand, bringing it to his lips, placing a gentle kiss on the back of it.

"You're lunch Sir and Ma'am." Reginald spoke, placing the plates down in front of Alberto and I. I burst out laughing, looking at the peanut butter and jelly sandwiches that laid on our plates, as Reginald filled the glasses with lemonade. I agreed to enjoy the lunch with Alberto, especially since Reginald had put the whole thing together, at least that was my own excuses I told myself.

"How are things at the shop?" Alberto asked, wiping his mouth with the napkin, after taking a bite of his sandwich.

"Alright I guess…" I said vaguely, sipping on my lemonade. The look on Alberto's face told me he wasn't buying my story.

"There seemed to be a lot of tension, the last time I was there." Alberto admitted, a small smirk on his lips.
"Noticed that huh?" I teased, watching him chuckle.

"They're not too happy with the thought that I'm gonna be their boss one day." I explained as Alberto shook his head.

"I don't know, I'd be happy letting you be the boss of me." Alberto said smugly, a wide smile on his lips, as he gave me wink, before taking another bite of his sandwich. I couldn't help the blush that covered my face, before I took another bite of my sandwich.

"So what's wrong with the car this time?" I asked seriously, glancing to the green car that's hood was popped open.

"Not sure, I think it's something with alternator." Alberto explained, sipping some of his lemonade, as I wiped my mouth with my napkin, putting it on the table. I thanked Reginald as he grabbed my dishes an Alberto's, as I stood up and approached the car. I slipped on my overalls quickly, trying to ignore the fact that Alberto was very obviously watching my every move and his gaze was easily making me turn redder than I've ever been.

The fix was rather easy, the alternator was loose, just like the last time I had come out to his house. I smiled as I fixed it, giving the car another once over, before slipping my coveralls off and throwing them into the passenger seat of my car, before walking back to where Alberto stood in the garage. I enjoyed being with him, I couldn't deny that, even though every inch of me told me he was just way too rich for me.

"You know what's funny?" I asked the man as he looked over the receipt I handed him, he didn't even look up to me, as he shrugged his shoulders.

"Alternators never loosen on their own, and yet the last few times I've been out here, you're cars have all had loose alternators." I admitted with a smile, Alberto's dark eyes lifting from the paper to meet my blue ones. His beautiful smile growing on his lips, as his tongue darted out wetting them.

"I'll have to keep an eye on them more closely I guess." Alberto said with a knowing smirk, as I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah, you do that." I teased him, watching his smile grow even wider, a small chuckle escaping him. I reached for the signed receipt, the moment my hand grabbed the paper, Alberto's free hand covering mine. My body immediately alive, feeling the sparks passing from his skin to mine, as his dark eyes danced with mine.

"I'm sure I can keep an eye on those alternators, if you go out with me." Alberto offered, the sexy smirk still on his lips. I knew my skin was dark shade of red, as I looked anywhere but into his dark eyes. I was about to protest when he spoke again.

"If not, I'm not sure I'll be able to stop them from loosening." Alberto admitted, smiling wide as I knew exactly what he meant. He was not gonna take no for an answer, and at that point my body was telling me to screw what my mind said and to say yes.

"I get to pick the place?" I asked, looking up into his dark eyes, that immediately lit up when he heard my response. His head nodding, the smile on his lips growing wider than I've ever seen, as he let go of my hand, and I shoved it into my pocket, rocking on the balls of my feet, before heading towards my car. I knew Alberto was following behind me as I heard his footsteps behind mine.

"Friday?" Alberto asked from behind me ,as I turned to face him, resting my back against my car, a smile on my lips.

"Alright Alberto…Friday. But don't get mad when you realize you're way too rich for me." I threatened, when suddenly he lunged forward, his body weight pinning me against my car. My body immediately coming alive, just being that close to him, and smelling his cologne. His dark eyes dancing with mine, as his lips were just inches from mine.

"Friday my bonita…you will realize that there's no such thing." Alberto said in a whisper, his eyes dropping to my lips, before reconnecting with my blue ones, sending shivers down my spine. I swallowed hard, my lips suddenly dry as he took a step back, moving his arm, letting me continue to the other side of my car. I climbed into my car, Alberto leaning against the passenger side window, leaning into the window.

"Friday, my bonita." Alberto added with a wide smile, giving me a wink, before I pulled away. What did I get myself into with this one?