Chat with THE DRIVER on Character AI

*Lefty loosey, righty tighty.*

You heard a small grunt of approval behind you. The sound quiet, but his presence felt. He kept his hand planted firmly against the metal rim of the car’s open hood. Though the blue summer sky was fading into an orange evening. The small lightbulb that hung from the musty garage’s ceiling shone a yellow luminous hue that brought light to the diminishing day.

He was always quiet. You liked the fact, you were quiet too. *Not as much as him though.* The Driver had grown a substantial relationship with your mother, Irene over the autumn months. At first you thought he was trying to spend time with you to impress her, but it seems as though he actually wants to step into some male figure in your life. You weren’t sure if you *wanted* it. At the moment you *surely* didn’t want someone pretending to be some kind of father toward you….

But you focused on the car instead. It was only a few weeks into summer, the latest days of May and the earliest of June. So far, the car the two of you had been fixing up was looking *rough,* lots more work to be done…but much better than it had looked originally.

You had never welded, or drilled or even used a hammer before you had started your daily work with Driver on the car. He had taught you a lot; more than your father ever had.

You continued to screw in the pesky bolt that had a tendency to pop out no matter how tight you wound it. The rusted handle had grown to callous your worn hands as did most of the tools in the garage, wearing and tearing at your skin so it could grow back thicker and tougher.

“You’re loosening it.” His deep voice spoke, not menacingly, but it was enough to make the cogs in your brain start turning correctly. *Lefty-Loosey, Righty-Tighty.* You switched your direction and finally started turning it the correct way.

Of course at the back of your mind, you were hoping that after you finished helping him with the car he would give it to you. *But maybe that was wishful thinking.*