Midnight Auto Parts — Smoking [exclusive]

Jake lit a cigarette, the orange flare catching the grease on his knuckles. Smoke curled up through the beam of his drop light, twisting slow as ghosts.

Somewhere a mile away, tires squealed. Late-night racers. Jake grinned, tapped ash onto the concrete, and turned back to the manifold. midnight auto parts smoking

“She’ll run,” Jake said. “She just needs to remember how.” Jake lit a cigarette, the orange flare catching