Dorian just closed the trunk of the car. He didn't see the rich boys lips move in the question, so it seem like he was ignoring him. He took the pen from his pocket and marked off the parts he had found for Chance to clean and connect to the car. He placed the pen back into his pocket. Once more he was covered in grease but it didn't bother him, he practically always was.

Dorian just looked at the other teenager. His stomach was growling lightly. "Are you hungry, cause I am?" He skipped lunch like most days, so Dorian was rather hungry at the moment. He normally saved his money but he needed food. He just walked over to the driver side of his car. He knew a new little cart that sold the best tacos, well in his opinion.