He was up on a stepstool, elbow deep in the engine, attempting to change out one of the engine-to-engine mount bolts, when Raf arrived.
“Hey, should you be doing that alone?”
Dustin turned to find Raf right behind him, hands on hips, frowning.
“Um, yeah, Mr. Patino, I cleared it with the shop teacher,” he quipped and rolled his eyes.
His friend pursed his lips and his frown deepened. “I was just thinking of safety. I don’t know much about planes.” He huffed and the hint of a smile played at his mouth. “Okay. I guess I went a little teacher-man on you.”
“Grab a root beer from the fridge and you can help me with the sealant I need to redo on the front windshield.”
Raf grinned. “Thanks for picking up the root bear. You want one?”
“No, thanks.” Dustin gestured to the can of Pepsi he had
