Page 18 of His Noble Heart
“Wassup, Unc?”
“Nothing much. How’s the towing going?”
“I’ve had about ten tows today.”
“That’s not bad. Once your ASE is renewed, you can get to work.”
“My test is scheduled for next week. Umm, I need a favor.”
He shook his head. “I should’ve known you weren’t in here just to shoot the shit. What’s up?”
“My last tow was two flat tires. Can I use one of the bays?—”
“We don’t fix tires here.”
“I know, but she’s under the impression that we do.”
“Why is that?” he questioned with a smirk as he leaned back in his chair.
“I may have given her the impression that we did.”
“Are you just patching up the tires or?—”
“No. The tires can’t be saved. She needs new ones.”
“Nephew, where are you gonna get the tires from?”
“The shop down the street.”
He sighed and rubbed his hand down his face. “I hope she lets you fuck after going through all this trouble. If a bay is open, you can use it, but don’t make a habit of doing shit like this.”
“I won’t, Unc. Good looking out.”
I went back to the lobby, and Noelani sat with her legs crossed, engrossed in her phone. Since she hadn’t noticed I’d returned, I took a moment to admire her beauty. I’d describe her as slim-thick because she definitely wasn’t skinny. Her breasts were full, her waist narrow, her thighs were thick, and yes, her ass matched her thighs.
“You got something to say, or you gon’ stare at me for the rest of the evening?” she questioned.
“If I choose the second option, your car won’t be fixed today.”
“Didn’t you promise to give me a ride?”
“Ahem!” Sammi interjected. “Bay three is ready.”
“Thanks, Sammi. Be back in twenty.”
“Why did you tell me you could fix my tires?” Noelani asked.
It had been almost two hours since my uncle gave me permission to work on Noelani’s car in his shop. She spoke with her father, who encouraged her to replace all four tires. I purchased them from the tire shop located about a block away, and it took me about an hour to replace the old ones with the new ones, including balancing and alignment.
“Did I lie?”
“No, but that service isn’t offered here.”
“How do you know?”
“Sammi told me.”
“She should mind her own business. That service is for special customers.”
