Ryan was working on the transmission of a Harley Davidson Chopper Fatboy when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He glanced at his pocket then went back to work on the bike, letting the sounds of power tools and engines revving fill his ears. Once he was done he got up and stepped away from the bike and walked over to a nearby work bench. He pulled out a slip of paper and a pen and filled out a few information boxes and signed it before taking it back up to the front desk. He handed it to the man at the register then looked over to the owner of the bike, a middle aged man with blonde hair.<strong>"Good as new."</strong>said Ryan before turning and going back into the shop. He took the brief intermission to pull out his phone to see he had gotten a text from Gabriel, the president of a bike gang he was a member of, saying that the clubhouse was up and running. He would pay a visit once his shift ended in an hour.<br/><br/>He quickly pocketed his phone and glanced over at Tina. He knew that she knew how to work on bikes but somehow ended up asking their boss, John Meyer of Meyer's bike shop, or himself for help from time to time. Though she could be annoying to him at times he didn't mind giving her a hand when she needed it.<em>Maybe she won't need help this time.</em>he thought to himself. He walked over to a Harley Iron 883 that had been brought into the shop. He grabbed the slip of paper that was left on the seat, reading it he saw that it only needed an oil change. He knew this bike model inside and out since he owned one so this would be a quick job. He pocketed the slip and quickly got to work, the whole procedure taking twenty minutes at the most. He filled the slip out and took it up to the front desk then went to John's office, knocking on the door before entering.<br/><br/>He figured he'd take his lunch break and kill off most of the rest of his shift.<strong>"Hey John I'm going for lunch. I'll be back to finish my shift and help lock up."</strong>he said leaning into John's office. John waved him off, giving him the ok, and Ryan leaned back out and walked to the locker room so he could change out of his blue work jumpsuit and back into his normal clothes. Since it was Sunday the shop closed earlier than usual. Once in the locker room he walked over to his locker and unzipped his jumpsuit and removed it, leaving him standing wearing a white t-shirt and his boxers. He opened his locker and pulled out his blue jeans, biker boots, and his patch jacket. He put his jumpsuit and work shoes into the locker and shut it then changed into his normal attire. Once changed he walked over to a sink and washed his hands and splashed some cold water on his face. He observed his face in the mirror, seeing that he needed to shave sometime in the near future. He moved to a nearby bench and sat down and breathed. He had a half hour for lunch and he knew a place to eat that was within walking distance from the shop. He went back to his locker and got his phone from his jumpsuit and sent Gabriel a text saying that he'd stop by after he got off work.