Toby was twenty-four years old with shaggy brown hair and light brown eyes, and when he smiled he looked like he could be in a Crest commercial. He climbed into his black four-door car and knew right away that it was having problems. When Toby tried pulling out of the driveway, the car stalled and wouldn't start back up again.
Sighing heavily, he got out of the car and went back into the house. He knew that he had to get it looked at right away. He wasn’t sure where he would take it, since he didn't know anything about cars himself. He knew that he was going to have to take it to a regular mechanic, and that was going to cost him an arm and a leg.
