HIS CAR IS ABSOLUTELY FUCKED . his car is usually fucked but more so in a check engine light way , never in a tree falling on roof of car kind of way . unfortunately it wasn't an under the table job . not a problem that someone's uncle can fix in their shoddy aurora bay drive garage ( for multiple reasons ) , this was something that he only trusted an expert to repair . even if the the pittstop garage took their EEOC laws a little too seriously .
speaking of equal employment opportunities: " cassidy , " he greets with a grin , like they're old pals , as if the history between the two isn't incredibly unpleasant . hey , bygones , right ? " your sister told me you were working here , good for you , man . this one's mine , just wanted to check on it . " he gestures towards a black audi . the damage wasn't too bad , a dented roof and scrapes on the windshield . " wait , shit , sorry: it's frankie . " he uses a thumb to point at himself, " i don't know if you remember me from school ? years ago . "