Looking after his girl (ota)
Jake's GTO was in the village, but he really had no use for it most of the time. It wasn't like you couldn't walk to most places within twenty minutes or so and he didn't do a lot of moving things around to warrant using his car for that. Still, the Newfoundlander found himself taking car of his baby. In case he did need it, or even if the slight chance he could one day drive out of the village, he wanted his car in tip top shape.
Out in the parking lot next to the hotel, Jake was working on his car. The hood was up, car windows were down, and the soft sound of classic rock was coming from the car radio. His tight white t-shirt was laden with grease as he worked, whistling along as he did.
Out in the parking lot next to the hotel, Jake was working on his car. The hood was up, car windows were down, and the soft sound of classic rock was coming from the car radio. His tight white t-shirt was laden with grease as he worked, whistling along as he did.