Rock music blared in the background as Alex worked underneath a car, the only thing visible of the cute adult was his greased jean-ed legs. His sneaker-ed feet moving along with the beat of the music. Since he ended up showing up late to work today his boss, Oscar had him pulling a double. A few times Alex caught himself thinking of the cute little brunet barista which always ended in him getting some sort of injury.<br/><br/>He was just finishing putting a bolt back into the designated hole when his hand slipped and a gouging piece of metal slid across his wrist. "Fuck!" Warm droplets of crimson blood spilled onto his lips as he went to clutch his arm against his chest. The vein was throbbing and Alex began to wonder if it had cut really deep, he needed to wash all the grease and inspect the incision.<br/><br/>Quickly he peddled himself out from under the car he was working on and jumped up as soon as he was free of the under carriage and raced towards the restroom. He would give his work credit for having some of the best soap for getting grease and junk off of the skin. Soon he was able to look into the bright pink flesh. It was deep but not to deep. He would heal by morning but decided he was done for the day. Swiftly he ripped a strip of cloth from his shirt and wrapped it around his wrist applying pressure, to keep it from bleeding all that much. After making sure the make shift bandage would hold he made his way to Oscars office, mostly using his sense of smell since it had been awhile since he had been to the mans room.<br/><br/>He knocked before entering. "Hey Oscar I'm a head home, I accidentally cut myself on the car. Hope you don't mind." He said standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame work while showing his wrist to prove he was actually injured and not just saying so to leave.<span style="font-style: italic">"Yeah yeah, sure sure. Just don't even think about not coming to work thinking your going to get paid!"</span>He said eyeing the boy over a New York style sub sandwich. "No Problem Oscar, I should be good as new by morning. I think I just need to head home and get a few hours of sleep." A chuckle emitted from his throat then he made his way out of the stinking office at the wave of his boss. He despised the man, but as long as he paid him was all he cared about.<br/><br/>The sun had already long past set by the time he made his way out into the street, the air was nice and crisp. He took a deep breath, inhaling the fresh air that was slightly tainted with toxic fumes. It wasn't like the air in the Cascade Mountains on the west but Manhattan had its own sort of aura and pulled people in, feeding it with the pulse of its night life. Granted Alex wasn't even interested in partying that night, especially with an injured arm, instead of heading toward the local clubs he headed home.<br/><br/>Alexander noticed the lights still shown in the coffee shop he had stopped by that morning for coffee as he neared his home. His feet stopped all on there own in front of the over sized bay windows and he saw the girl from earlier.<span style="font-style: italic">"I would of thought her shift would be over by now..</span>He thought to himself, and even before he realized what he was doing his hand griped the cold black metal handle and pulled the door open. A sharp jingle announced his presence and he stood there awkwardly running a hand through his dusty hair.<br/><br/>He stammered for a moment trying to figure out what to say,"I uh...um...I saw you were still open..got any thing left still warm?" He asked wondering where that came from then heard his stomach grumble.<span style="font-style: italic">"Oh that's right I never had lunch, go figures talk with my stomach, how smart of me."</span>He was mentally kicking himself in the ass for being such a meat head but gave the girl a smile none the less.