“Think that’ll do,” he responded, making his way back toward his own car to retrieve a toolkit from the trunk. He stuffed a dirty rag halfway into his back pocket, then returned without bothering to close up the lid. There weren’t nothin’ of value in there, anycase.
After dropping the heavy metal case to the ground at the head of Trick’s car with a rattling slam, Jesse squatted low to open it up and sift through its contents. He pulled out the needed tools, then set to work - speaking as he did so. “If she’s havin’ trouble startin’ up when it’s cold, she’s likely got a clogged up carburetor. Might want to have your spark plugs changed, too, if you haven’t in the last three years or so. I reckon I can get ‘er runnin’ pert-near, but not plumb, without.”
He went quiet for a time; finagling out a piece of machinery and giving it a thorough, tinkering examination before reestablishing its home. When Trick asked him if he’d stick around, he lifted his focus from his work to settle upon him instead.
“I’ve only got the one ad,” he drawled, that slow-forming smile stretching anew. “Don’t get a whole lot of job requests.” Not as a mechanic. His attention dipped back down to his task, and another moment of silence passed before he said, “Reckon I’ll stick around; see what all the carnival has to offer.”
