"Mechanic, huh?" Jared questioned, amused. He wouldn't put it passed her, she didn't seem the kind to live within stereotype. He could picture it now, her asking for tools while she's under a car, on one of those rolling tools mechanics used in order to stay comfortable and move from out under and back under. Jared wouldn't have a clue that they were commonly referred to as shop creepers, he couldn't even tell the difference between most wrenches. "I've had to change a tire once." Jared said, a smile appearing on his face, holding back a laugh. "Other than that, I know less about car than someone who failed their test a thousand times over." He was honest for the most part, he knew a few very common makes and models that he'd have to be on the lookout for if they were reported over the radio. Those were only patrol days.<br/><br/>He took another sip of his wine, maybe he'd have to try more of this wine stuff, it felt almost classy in a way. He hadn't worked up any buzz yet, but it was nice. He swished around what was left in his glass for a brief moment. He eyed Bridget for a moment before speaking again. He wondered how much time they'd spent in here, it felt like they'd just gotten in. Though he wasn't keeping track for the time being. There wasn't much that could go wrong.<br/><br/>"Guess that means I owe you a secret, Bridget."<br/><br/>"I'll give ya a choice." Jared said, reaching both hands into his pockets, whatever option she picked would determine what pocket was taken from. "I can tell you what I do right now, in terms of workin', or I can tell you what I used to do. Or, I'll show you, anyway." Jared said, his eyebrows playfully arching at the anticipation of her choice. "What'll it be?"