[center][h1][color=sienna]Jaxon Nowak[/color]
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Jaxon sucked in his breath through his teeth as he worked on some out-of-towner's porsche. It was nicer than any car he had ever worked on, which scared him a little to be honest. [color=sienna][i]"Damn parade and all these city punks thinking this is some sort of spectacle,[/i][/color] he muttered to himself as he changed the last brake pad with relative ease. Once he was done, he took a moment to inspect his work to make sure everything was good to go. 

Satisfied with his work, he ran his oily fingers through his hair and let out a sigh of relief. The last few days have been particularly busy because of the funeral. Everyone and their moms were here to pay their respect to the local hero. Jaxon knew that this was good for their family business, but still. He wasn't used to all this hubbub and attention. It was uncomfortable and made part of him want to just hide away in his room. But no, he had to be a normal, functioning adult in society. 

This was supposed to be his last job so that he could go clean himself up for the funeral. He wasn't sure why he decided to go. He didn't know Austin very well aside from that one conversation they had. The one that still haunted him to this day. But Jaxon Nowak was no hero. He wasn't Austin Witten and he never could be. 

But unfortunately, Fate had other plans. (Fate was the name of their receptionist.)

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"Driver's front side tire is out, flat needs a change. Lady says she knows you?"
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Jaxon's eyes narrowed suspiciously. He couldn't think of anyone who would know him, despite living in Elysian Height all his life. His first thought was that someone was playing a prank on him. But when he turned to look, instead of some random prankster, he saw Summer Ford. 

He was surprised that she remembered him and that she even knew his name. They had went to the same high school, but she was an upperclassman and he wasn't exactly the popular type. Plus she was Summer Ford. Everyone knew Summer- she was Austin's high school sweetheart. They were cute together. And people like Summer Ford and Austin Witten didn't really talk to people like Jaxon. 

He took in another deep breath and tried to fight back the migraine that he could feel setting in. [color=sienna]"Summer,"[/color] he said slowly as if he was getting used to talking to people again. Getting a better look at her as he drew nearer, she looked as pretty as ever. It made him suddenly more aware of how dirty and grimy he looked from working in the shop all day. [color=sienna]"We'll get that tire sorted out for you in a jiffy."[/color] 

[i]Did anyone even say the word 'jiffy' anymore?[/i] He winced only in his mind. No time for feeling embarrassed. He just needed to get this job done and then he was finished for the day.

He gave her a nod before heading over to her car that had already been lifted up by one of his coworkers. In no time at all, he removed the hub cap and loosened the lug nuts to pop the tire off. Then he got a brand new tire, popped it in, and tighten the lug nuts to lock it into place. Once he was done, he motioned for one of his coworkers to bring the car back down. This whole process took probably about twenty minutes.

[color=sienna]"Good as new,[/color] he said, attempting to sound friendly and polite. Unfortunately, sounding friendly and polite was not a strong suit of his. [color=sienna]"Hopefully this new tire works out for you. Come back here if you have any more issues."[/color]