I turned behind and recognised him as the guy who fixed the lightings in that venue. "Timmy!" I waved at him and he smiled back. Surprised that I met him here.
"Seems like your tire wheels went wrong." He noticed. "Yeah, I was about to go and get help." I told him. He was quiet for a moment so I spoke out first and said "Hey um… do you know how to fix a punctured tire?" "Otherwise I'll have to figure it out myself." I pretended to take off the flat tire.
"Oh, no worries! I can fix the tire for you." He smiled brightly. "Thank you." I smiled back, and could not be more happier. He looked at me seeing my excited expression and said, "You're in luck. Good thing I always carry a spare. Bummer it happened."
A spare tire! I should probably keep that in mind.
"I was just lucky it wasn't on the streets."
I watched him walk to his car and came back a few moments later with all the supplies he needed such as a new tire, gas pump, a screw… and other mechanic tools I know nothing of and started to work. He pulled up his sleeve like a professional then crouched to where the flat tire was. He pushed a wire that was attached to a pump and started drilling.
I stepped aside and watched him fix it back like brand new. Finally after a while, he stood back up and let me see them. "Done! Now it looks sturdy enough." He said while brushing off his hands stained by the tire. "I don't know how to thank you enough." I beamed at him and passed a clean cloth for him. I heard him laugh. " That's not necessary. Although you could buy me a treat next time."
"How about now?" I asked. He agreed anyway. Since his car was on the other side of the road, I insist that he ride with mine and we drove to the nearest shop to buy him a treat after all his hard work.
"By the way, what were you doing here anyway?" I asked. "Just happened to pass by that's all. Then I ran into you as you came out of the car. "Mysterious, aren't you?" I joked. He grinned.
"You're quite handy with the tools you know." I compliment him. "That was nothing, really." And we laugh and talk some more on the way back to the car. "Good to know you anyway." As I walk to my car. "Sure, anytime." We both went in different directions and I drove back to my apartment to rest for the day.
Late that afternoon, I received a text from Mr Fabian to come to his studio. I drove off again to the location he sent me. I looked up to the building where it looks like a big penthouse.
I rang the doorbell and Mr Fabian came out to invite me in. "Hi, I got your text." Holding up my phone, "what did you want to talk about?"
The penthouse was huge and big, unlike my place where furniture is all clammed together. I stepped in and saw the big living room area with a large sized TV and a cozy fireplace. "How I wished I'd lived here." I mused. The place was very spacious and tidy. (Comfy too). He led me to a room and inside were full-on mirrors like what dancers used to see themselves in. "I just wanted to see how you walk the stage, that's all." I was bewildered. "I came all this way here just for you to see my walk?"
"That's right," he said. For a moment I gave up and did what he wanted, so I walked around the room. I can hear him say "Smile, pose, try to strut a little!"
After a while he seems to be satisfied. I stopped to look at him. "I think I chose the right one after all" He beamed. "Though your pose could use a little work.
"Great!" I said. "But it's a little awkward." He stood up and said "You'll get used to it."" But not bad for a beginner. In mid-opening the door, he turned to me and said "You must be hungry. My stomach makes a growling sound without warning. He chuckled and offered to cook dinner. "So you cook?" I was curious.
"Of course!" he said, a little embarrassed. "I live alone so I took on to a few simple dishes. I hope you don't mind." I shrugged and said "Uh, sure."
I sat on the dining table and watched him cook behind the counter. I took the chance to explore the house. There were spiral staircases that lead to where I thought would be his bedrooms, the big glass windows in the living rooms allowed me to see the view outside where there is a huge swimming pool displayed. "How nice was that!" I exclaimed.
When I turned back around to the table, food was served in front of me. The smell of hot-served food waft through the air. "Looks delicious." I smiled. I started on the spaghetti first, then had some soup to go along with. As I was really hungry, I finished it with satisfaction. "It's really delicious." I approved. He smiled upon the complimentary. "You're welcome."
"I changed my mind about you." I said. He raised his eyebrow confused. "That you're not just all business and you cook too." I teased him. But he laughed along instead.
I look at the clock by the wall which says ten o'clock. I then stood up and bid him goodbye. "Mr Fabian, it's getting late now, I'll get going before it's dark." I said. "Sure, I'll send you off."
I look at the clock by the wall which says ten o'clock. I then stood up and bid him goodbye. "Mr Fabian, it's getting late now, I'll get going before it's dark." I said. "Sure, I'll send you off."
I drove back to my apartment which was a long ride of the journey. I dragged myself up the stairs to my place, put my things down and let myself fall to the sofa with exhaustion. But before the tiredness wears me out, I turn on the television to watch a movie channel.