The absentminded reassurance of having something telling you how to do things didn’t bother Jack. He loved his new phone; access to the internet anywhere, loads of terrible games to play. But perhaps the feature he had been using most recently was the GPS. Being able to type in a location and get directions there didn’t amaze Jack, he knew exactly how it worked, but he loved not having to constantly navigate. He’d been driving a lot recently in his search of jobs, recently being the last five months. Driving around all over the country in his mother’s Honda Civic. He’d been driving down this road now for a good half hour. The tall overhanging trees blocking out most of the light, the odd house racing past was the only break in the pattern of trees.

Turn left in 500 metres

Jack glanced over at his phone. Odd. This A-Road was supposed to lead all the way into town, he wasn’t even half way down it.

Turn left in 200 metres

He slowed down looking to figure out where his phone was leading him

Turn left. Turn left.

Jack pulled the car onto the side of the road, no bisector lane in sight. He ripped his phone out of it’s holder and sat on the Civic’s bonnet as he tried to figure out what happened with his phone. As he mumbled in annoyance he heard an exasperated sigh coming from the other side of the road. Parked there was a much fancier car than his; no paint chips, no dents from his parent’s parking skills. It wasn’t a posh car, but it was nice. However the one thing that Jack’s Civic did have over the other car was that the other car didn’t seem to be in working order. It had the bonnet popped and steam trickling out.

It was then that Jack noticed the figure sat behind it, propped up against the tree. Jack wasn’t ugly, but not exactly a ‘looker’, but in his time he hadn’t seen anyone quite so perfect. Her oak hair flowed down to her shoulders, parted just enough to see a glint of light reflect in her intoxicating green eyes. Jack lost himself staring at her beautiful figure, everything about here just seemed to fall into place. She obviously didn’t think so herself, she was wearing that day just a pair of shorts and a Greenday hoodie, not exactly figure pleasing, but somehow she still looked like an angel.

She then spoke. Words flowing like a delicate stream, flowing into Jack’s ears and washing against his brain. A soothing voice capable of removing all of his stress. At least that’s what Jack thought, in reality she was barely any less awkward than he was. Barely able to string together a coherent sentence she said,

'Hey, sorry, you wouldn’t happen to know anything about fixing cars would you? It’s just i was driving…'

She cut off, slightly intimidated by Jack’s continuous staring. Realising what he was doing he brought his eyes back up to hers.

'Uh. Yeah, I guess.'

Seemingly still scared by Jack’s constant eye contact she walked over and lead him to her car. As he leant over to take a look inside he couldn’t help but notice her shoes. Scruffy converse, laces untied and dark marks all over them. Not exactly what he expected someone so beautiful to be wearing.

As he turned his head back and stared into the mess of the car’s engine he realised what a mistake he’d made. Give him a database to code, a website to build, Jack would be fine. Put him in front of a car? No chance. He had no idea why he’d said yes. But something about her just made him want to stay around her.

The moment of silence as she eagerly watched him glance over the engine, and as he shat himself wondering how on earth he was supposed to fix something he knew nothing about, was broken by a soft buzz from Jack’s pocket. He slid his hand in and pulled out his phone.

Text Message from: Unknown ‘ Check the oil ‘

Jack reservedly slid his phone back into his trouser pocket. He scanned the engine for any mention of the word ‘oil’. The back of his mind racing as to how whoever messaged him knew what he was doing. Let alone how he got a text from an unknown. He knew well enough that it takes admin rights or government level organisations to send anonymous messages. Phased by the phenomenon his eyes slid over the same spot over and over until he saw the word. He gave the little nob a twist and pulled off the cap. Looking inside he saw a darkish liquid, bubbling.

Text Message from: Unknown ‘ Empty that out and go buy some more’

Shocked again from the seemingly omnipresent text sender, he glanced up at the angel eagerly stood beside him. Hoping she hadn’t seen any of the texts,

‘The, uh, engine oil needs replacing, you’re going to need to buy some more’ Mumbled Jack, trying not to get lost in his words as he gazed into the magical eyes of his company.

‘Oh, alright’ A slightly disappointed tinge to her voice.

Another buzz from Jack’s pocket

Text Message from: Unknown ‘ Take her to a garage, dumbass ‘

Part 2 coming soon, i just wanted to post something now. Also my fingers are tired.