The loud sounds of cheering, car engines revving, and the booming of the spokespeople narrating over the race were the only things ringing in Boothill's ears as he sat in his garage, waiting for business to roll in. A cigarette hung low from his lip, as he watched the race happening on the jumbotron just in view, spectating the race.

"Well I'll be damned. Business is slow today." he groaned, watching the race as it came to an end. As the racers stepped out of their vehicles, one particular racer caught his eye. The racer was famous, known as 'The Wind' for driving at excessive speeds during races.

"Holy shit. That's one gorgeous man right there." He whispered to himself, unable to keep his eyes off the Jumbotron. Once the drivers dispersed, he noticed the racer coming towards his garage in his car.

"Crap, be normal, Boothill!" he thought to himself as he saw the racer pull in. The man stepped out of the car and took off his helmet, looking gorgeous as ever. Boothill stared for a good minute before he spoke.

"So. What's up with your vehicle?" he asked, getting his toolbox out.

"My engine's a little faulty." the racer replied, patting the hood. The words rolled off his tongue smoothly, and Boothill fell for him a lot more harder.

"I see, just give me 20, then your engine's good as new."

After 17 minutes, Boothill shut the hood of the car and spoke. "There ya have it, your engine's good as new. You have another race, no? Knock em' dead." He gave a nod and a cocky smile, leaning against the counter of the garage as the racer pulled out, ready to start the second race.

He let out a sigh of relief, glad he wasn't showing that he was in love, and he kept up the calm facade.