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you later,” Jaidas leaned over and kissed her on the cheek, staring at a girl down the hall who smiled back at him, then he walked away.
    Aira looked down for a moment, then closed her locker and walked outside to her truck. She looked over to where Israel’s car had been, but it was gone.
    She got into her truck and sat for a minute trying to sort out whatever it was she was feeling. What the hell was going on? Her thoughts were in short form. Her grandfather used to say, `Never underestimate the peculiar. There’s almost always something there`. But maybe this was her looking too deeply. Maybe it was her just hoping there was something there because she already wanted to know him. She kept remembering his eyes and the way he had looked at her. There had to be an explanation for what she had seen. She wanted to look into his eyes again.
    She finally put her keys into the ignition and turned on her truck. She looked in her rear-view mirror to back out, and there was Israel standing outside his car parked right behind her.
    Her heart started to pound. She looked down taking a breath and smiled. Nervous, she slowly took off her seat belt, opened the truck door and stepped onto the ground.
    “I see one of your tires is kind of flat,” Israel smirked, looking at the back of her truck.
    Aira walked over and looked. It was. Completely flat. She didn’t say anything, she felt embarrassed.
    “Do you have a spare?” he asked, still smiling. He felt just as awkward.
    “Um... ya, I do,” she answered, nodding her head lightly, feeling painfully shy and knowing she had no idea how to change a tire.
    He smiled looking around for a second scratching his head. “Do you know how to change a tire?”
    Aira lightly smiled. “Not really – I’ll just... call Barry or something.” She shook her head feeling stupid.
    His eyes looked curious, of her more than anything. “I can change it, if you’d like. I have a jack and...” He looked back at her, then turned around and went to his trunk.
    Aira walked to the back of her truck, opened the tailgate and awkwardly pulled out her spare tire. She stood there trying to compose all of the feelings that were flooding her brain.
    He walked back over, smiled, put his tools on the ground and sank to his knees.
    Aira quietly watched everything he did. He was concentrating, his movements like art to her. He was like art to her. The pull and the draw she had to him was so strong, and the more she watched him, the stronger it got. His arms moved gracefully, the sleeve of his T-shirt kept pulling every time he moved his arm. She noticed he had two beauty marks on the back of his arm. They weren’t obvious, just to her. He lifted the back of his shirt just a bit to scratch his side. Never had she looked at anyone the way she was looking at him. He quietly smiled to himself. He could feel her. As nervous as he was he must have tightened those bolts a thousand times, making sure it was safe.
    “Okay, I think you should be fine.” He spoke, stood up, then put her old tire into the back of her truck and closed the tail gate.
    He was already done ? she thought. She couldn’t believe how fast it was. It wasn’t that he did it in any speedy fashion, it just felt like that to her.
    “Thanks,” she uttered softly. The feeling in her chest pulled at her, because she didn’t want him to leave.
    “I wouldn’t want anything bad to happen.” His words were calm and went straight into her.
    She looked down and took a small breath, holding back a smile.
    He picked up his tools, threw them back into his trunk, then ran his hand along the top of his car, making his way to the driver’s seat. It was like he wanted to say something else, like he didn’t want to go either. He tapped his fingers on his car roof looking at her.
    Aira put her hand onto her chest.
    “History,” he spoke letting out a smile, then he got into his car and drove away.
    Aira walked to the driver’s side of her truck, puzzled.