"Well, that does happen to be what I'm here for. Good to know I'm getting something right."
He smiles a little in spite of himself, mentally kicking himself and reminding himself to just go ahead and get to business already. This weird in between space of socializing with someone he never thought he'd see again, that someone being her, is just putting nail after nail in his coffin. She's probably thanking her lucky stars that she'd dodged this bullet all those years ago.
That thought is enough to make him straighten out a little bit, crouch down beside the bike and start looking at some of the engine components he can see from where he squats.
"Well, it's nothing I can see outright which is probably a good thing. Sometimes you get a clogged air filter, or get a bad batch of gas and they can act up really sudden like that. It's still worth checking the head gasket and the intake manifold for air leaks, though. Did it stall before it shut off?"
He settles back easily into a more normal rhythm, his mind having no choice but to force itself into a more natural, comfortable mode in order to address her problem. And everything is fine as long as he looks at the bike more often than he looks at her.
"Either way, I'm hoping it's an easy and quick fix for you. If you want I can just keep it over here today and hopefully I'll have it sorted out by the end of the day. I can bump it to the top of the to-do list."
He means for it to come out as a friendly gesture, a sign that even though they have some bad blood between them, it doesn't mean he can't still be a good neighbor, perhaps even a decent friend should she decide to let him. But his phrasing fails him again and he has to close his eyes, shake his head. He has such a hard time when he can't be completely honest. He's not sure why he's trying so hard not to be.
"I'm sorry. Seeing you out of the blue kind of shook me up a little, I guess. But don't worry, I'm a lot more proficient with engines than I am with my words when I'm caught off guard."
He smiles a little in spite of himself, mentally kicking himself and reminding himself to just go ahead and get to business already. This weird in between space of socializing with someone he never thought he'd see again, that someone being her, is just putting nail after nail in his coffin. She's probably thanking her lucky stars that she'd dodged this bullet all those years ago.
That thought is enough to make him straighten out a little bit, crouch down beside the bike and start looking at some of the engine components he can see from where he squats.
"Well, it's nothing I can see outright which is probably a good thing. Sometimes you get a clogged air filter, or get a bad batch of gas and they can act up really sudden like that. It's still worth checking the head gasket and the intake manifold for air leaks, though. Did it stall before it shut off?"
He settles back easily into a more normal rhythm, his mind having no choice but to force itself into a more natural, comfortable mode in order to address her problem. And everything is fine as long as he looks at the bike more often than he looks at her.
"Either way, I'm hoping it's an easy and quick fix for you. If you want I can just keep it over here today and hopefully I'll have it sorted out by the end of the day. I can bump it to the top of the to-do list."
He means for it to come out as a friendly gesture, a sign that even though they have some bad blood between them, it doesn't mean he can't still be a good neighbor, perhaps even a decent friend should she decide to let him. But his phrasing fails him again and he has to close his eyes, shake his head. He has such a hard time when he can't be completely honest. He's not sure why he's trying so hard not to be.
"I'm sorry. Seeing you out of the blue kind of shook me up a little, I guess. But don't worry, I'm a lot more proficient with engines than I am with my words when I'm caught off guard."