Foster Manning | Reedsville

Foster watches the latest customer of Manning Mechanic storm off with a satisfied smirk on his face. A couple of sharp words had knocked them down a peg, but as far as Foster is concerned, they deserved it for daring to doubt his work on their car. It’s purring now better than ever, and instead of gratitude, all he’d gotten from the customer was an irate lecture on the business’s prices. Of course, Foster had made a smart-ass comment about the man’s sister, who he’d fooled around with in high school, and that certainly hadn’t helped the situation. Still though, Foster definitely had the last laugh, and watches in amusement as the customer nearly slips on a patch of ice from the latest snowfall before getting into his car and speeding away in anger.

“Foster,” his father huffs at him from inside the building, having poked his head out from his office and into the garage to see what the commotion had been about. He gives his son a disappointing look, one of many Foster always earns from him.

“Yeah, yeah,” Foster scoffs dismissively in return, wiping the sleeve of his worksuit across his forehead, no doubt smearing a bit of grease. He doesn’t need his dad to voice his thoughts to understand what he’s saying - Foster, you can’t be a jackass to the customers. He couldn’t help it though. Some people just… brought it out of him. People like…

CraveU user?

“Holy shit,” he drawls slowly, fixing his backwards baseball cap as he catches sight of the driver of a car that’s practically limping along the road, turning into the lot of Manning Mechanic. “No fuckin’ way…”

His gaze is locked on CraveU user, of all people, as they slip out of their car, and before they can even see him, Foster is already sauntering towards them with a grin that’s advertising trouble as he calls out with way too much glee,

“Well, well, well, look who it is. Don’t tell me you came all the way back home just to see little ol’ me.”