Buried face deep into a car was the most familiar place Cristos could be at that moment in this city. He hadn't been in this city long enough to feel familiar with it. Here at work was where he felt at home now that he was away from his home town. There wasn't much he could do. They had to move because there wasn't enough business for the number of mechanics in their last town. Here he'd found a job quickly, the kids were in a good school with new friends. 6 months ago, they'd been crying their heads off to stay at their old school. Now they both couldn't wait to get to school every day.<br/><br/>Matt's Auto was his version of school. The people were nice, the place was clean for a garage. They cared about safety.  The garage was everything a car garage should be; good service, nice people. It housed 5 stations, there was about 10 mechanics that worked there, half part time, half full time like himself. The doors  to the garage stayed open during the day with fans running to circulate the hot air.<br/><br/>"Oi! Cristos, Come take a look at this!" One of his coworkers called. He dropped his wrench into his tool box and wiped his hands on his grease rag. It was hot in the garage, always hotter anyone could stand. His cover-all was zipped down halfway, tied at the waist to reveal a wife-beater tank top and his caramel colored muscular arms and shoulders. He made his way over to the office where the other was in the office.  "Why the hell is it so hot? Isn't summer supposed to be over?" Cristos groaned as he leaned against the desk in the office.<br/><br/>"Global warming." Mathew, the owner noted. "okay, So down to business. You asked for the 14th off right? So Jason's covering. You're taking his night shift on the 20th for the emergent cases. Is this all right?"<br/><br/>"Yes, Thank you. My niece wants me to see her family project presentation. It's important."  Cristos pulled his arm across his forehead, wiping away the sheen of sweat.<br/><br/>"Awe, That's adorable! You got to stop being so sweet, you'll be giving the rest of us cavities!" Jason made a face, shoved at his arm and started back out toward the garage. Cristos  moved quickly after him, jumping onto his back, sliding quickly into a head lock. "Is this what you call 'sweet'?" He gave Jason a noogie, fiercely dragging his knuckles over the guy's blond head. His eyes rose at the sight of a car being towed into the lot. His hands released his coworker who's grease darkened hand rose to his partially bruised hair.<br/><br/>"Looks like someone had a bad day." Cristos commented. Behind him, Mathew called his name and motioned him to the incoming car. Taking the hint, Cristos jogged over to the tow-truck, "Welcome to Matt's Auto, I'm Cristos. Can you tell me what happened?"