Jack
Brandon wasn’t interested in their culture yet, so Jack conceded and didn’t want to push for anything. Instead, he left their training grounds with Brandon to take him home.
While Brandon was waiting by Jack’s car, Jack caught him staring at the cherry red and black car that had been parked in the same spot for the last fifteen years. “You like old cars?”
Brandon nodded, “that’s a 1968 Dodge Charger, it’s not just an old car.”
Jack snorted, “I know what it is. I helped pull it out of the scrap pile it was found in.”
Brandon’s brows pulled together, “you know about cars?”
Jack just shrugged, “a bit, learned from my dad.” He bit his lower lip, “you getting your license soon?”
“Friday.”
“Tell you what,” Jack said, “you want that car, you can come here afte
