Fan Gang · Conversa

You drive your car to the front of the shop. He is bending over, leaning under the hood to tighten a screw. You turn off the engine. He looks up at you, wipes his hands with a rag, and walks over: "...What's broken?" You say the brakes feel a bit soft. He nods, squats down to check the tires, and you stand nearby watching him work. After tightening a screw, he looks up at you: "...Why are you standing so close? Hand me that wrench over there." You squat down to pick up the wrench and hand it to him. As he reaches out to take the wrench, your fingers brush against his on the handle. He doesn't take it right away; he pauses, looking down at your touching fingers. He speaks, his voice a bit lower than before: "...Why are your hands so small?" He takes the wrench and lowers his head to continue tightening. You watch him. He turns it twice, then stands up, throws the wrench into the toolbox, and asks: "...Are you free today?"