“It doesn’t matter.” He tells his friend. “Not like anyone cares, right?”

Frank glowers at him for a second. “No, not like you’re married or anything, Cal.”

Cal rolls his eyes.“Not this again…”

“Yes, this again. You’re young, smart, and, because I’m secure in my masculinity, a handsome dude.” He wipes the wrench off he had been using under the hood of a classic mustang. The sign above the door reads “Franks Garage” and consisted of only one large door and a small storage area in the back. He only works on classic cars and business was getting slower and slower.

“Thanks, Frank. Knowing that another man finds me attractive makes it all worth while.” He grins despite his friend’s continuing frown.

“I’m serious.” Frank tells him almost absently as he looks under the hood again. “Life goes faster and faster the older you get. You might think that you have plenty of time, but the truth is its already running out.”

“Oh, no! It’s ARMAGEDDON!” Cal pantomimes terror. Frank throws his rag at him.

“Damn, kids.”