“That’s good, it’s nice finding your passion young. I’ll be honest, I don’t know much about cars. I know some basics and I’ve got a Camaro back at the house but that’s about it for me and cars.”
He shook his head a little “it’s going good but I’m taking time off right now, so I’ve got nothing but time, still lucky for you though.” Half smiling as he stopped to take another drink. “It is better drinking with someone else. It’s more of a pub type.”
Dean chuckled, shrugging his head. “Well, if everyone was really into cars, I would be out of a job... if you ever need someone to look your Camaro over, just drop by, I’ll gladly give it a quick check-up.”
Nodding at August’s explanation, Dean relaxed a little more. “Ah, good, good, I don’t know what’s with all those modern places popping up, call me old-fashioned, but I don’t need fishtanks in the floor and lcd monitors around the whole room running some video that looks like a guy on lsd tried to immortalize his latest trip. Besides, the drinks in those places suck. I’ll definitely check out your place someday soon, I guess. What time can I actually catch you there?”
















