<div class="floatleft">(http://i46.tinypic.com/1zch2rs.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_u">GM Post</span> -Feat. Aaron Shepard</span><br/><span class="bbc_u">Location</span>- back docks/Outer area of garage<br/><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span>- - - 1:11 pm<br/><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span>- OPEN<br/><br/>Aaron squeezed his eye lids together and forced a sour face. "eehck" His cigarette seemed to keep his attention a little more than it should. He spoke with the fog coming through his throat. It was thick, and it didn't seem to bother him. His voice was deeper. "Gotta hand it to you for being that determined. The anger is an offshoot of that, I think." He quieted himself for a moment and took a few stops toward the distressed woman. Aaron was moving slowly, and speaking, calmly. Many women in the past had reacted poorly to his calming techniques, and he usually related to females with a short fuse.<br/><br/>So he turned his shoulders and looked up toward the kitchen with an empathetic look on his face. He looked back towards Lisa and smiled. His eyebrows were smug. He had pulled his Marlboros out of nowhere. His last butt had vanished, and his next match was already lighting this new smoke.<br/><br/>That's when he turned away. He didn't even want to try. He was too experienced to care. He didn't want to treat her like a girl. His red and white pack of cigarettes were left on a workbench near Lisa with his matches leaning against them. "Help yourself," Shepard wanted her to have a cigarette. He turned his head, but he didn't stop walking. "Leave the Civic alone, Honda makes replacement oil pans for these models. We'll sear it off, re-install the mounts and ship in the part, We'll have to hold it a couple days." He had sounded harsh. There was a lot of things he wanted to say, but he didn't want to have an argument right now. He should have been on the cement earlier and she wouldn't have wasted her time. The stern tone of voice he had used resonated through the garage and he stopped his stride.<br/><br/>He turned halfway toward her again that. It looked like he may have left his cigarettes on the counter by accident. "It's a good sign. You demand perfection, not from others. Lee said one hour, yet you worked for three. No, you expect mistakes like his. It's when something is supposed to work... ... ... ... You're angry right now...for the same reason you drive... that Rx-7." He took a drag of his cigarette and turned his whole body. "So, calm down." Shepard's mouth formed a perfect O, and a smoke ring came out of his lips. He didn't even notice. In stead he did one more about-face. The cigarette smoke followed Shepard out of the open door and he walked away.<br/><br/>He smoked with his right shoulder over the right headlight of Hellyer's fresh Mitsubishi.<br/><br/>By then, Lee had come down to tell Junior about the new car. The two of them were loud as they shared the excitement with the rest of the group. At a gallop, they landed in the front of the property to see Aaron standing next to the car as if he had formed the thing with his own damn hands. They shouted at him, he had only grunted and smoked, deep in contemplation. There was already talk about Navarro's event in May, and he didn't even know who had started to spread the word. There were a lot of factors. He grimaced as the two gear-heads behind him were gathered near the garage door, rattling on as if they had their own sitcom. He tried to ignore them.