The deep powerful roar of an engine caused me to moan in pleasure. The sound mixed with the knowledge that the engine belonged to me gave me great satisfaction. I had been careful with the money I inherited, though I did make some splurges. I bought the home in California, along with some necessary furniture, and my dream car of course. A cherry red Chevy Bronco that was well taken care of by its previous owner. It may sound ridiculous to buy a gas-guzzler like the Bronco in LA, but I could not help myself. The car was screaming out my name when I found it online.

I crossed the Oregon California border a couple of hours ago.

"Turn left in 200 feet." A woman's voice chirped out at me.

I hit the steering wheel in frustration. The heat of the LA sun, although nice was getting to me. To add to that, I had been driving around in circles having no clue where the hell I was going. The GPS that had been directing me to turn left for the past 10 minutes was causing my temper to rise.

"Turn left in 200 feet."

I grabbed the damn dysfunctional electronic and threw it out the window. The impact of the GPS onto the hard street gave me a smug gratification. Although my Bronco could probably take it if I snapped and went off the grid and onto unsuspecting lawns, ruining the paint job would cause me more ire.

"Friiiiiick." I moaned along with the rumble of my stomach I had been ignoring for the past 20 minutes. It would have been smart of me to pull over at a gas station 30 minutes ago and ask for directions, but I was too stubborn. This road trip had been my first act as an actual adult and failing to find my home would mean being a failure as an adult from the get go. To ask for help would mean admitting defeat. It would mean I could not make it on my own.

'I will make it on my own' the thought crossed through my mind as I remembered my father and how he always stood strong.

I had been driving down back streets sprinkled with family businesses and local stores. I was determined to find food for my obnoxiously loud stomach and take the time to download a navigation app on my phone that would hopefully work better than the previous one. It was then that my eyes fell onto the most beautiful sight I had seen since I had entered the area. Further down a side street in front of what looked like a small diner was a collection of striking automotive machines. My slight distraction caused me to swerve dangerously close to the opposite lane earning a horn and a finger from the driver of a blue Altima. Whoops.

I parked across the street and eyed the diner behind the lucrative cars that caught my attention. I debated if I should eat there. A dirty sign declared the diner Torettos. The diner itself looked to have a small convenient store connected to it and the shabby appearance of it all made me think twice about the food. The lure of the cars pulled me into them. The possibility of getting food poisoning lost out to the chance of getting a closer look.

My white tank and faded jeans reflected distortedly from the pristine paintjobs of the racecars. I attempted to "casually" walk by the cars making sure to take my time when passing them. The array of colors coming from the cars reflected off each other like little rainbows. I smiled as my eyes rolled over each of them, a white Jetta, a light blue Acura Integra, yellow Nissan Skyline GT-R R33, a dark blue Nissan Maxima and a red Mazda RX-7 all within arms reach. I was not much of a car enthusiast, but I could appreciate fine work of machinery if I saw one.

I stood in the entrance of the building as my eyes adjusted from the blaring bright sun to the open shaded diner. Just as I had thought, the place was dingy. Although at a closer inspection the place was clean, no dust, no funky smell, thank God. The old building along with the decades old equipment led outsiders to believe that the place was a dump. I pulled out my phone from my back pocket, the screen flashing 2:16. I sat at one of the many stools at the counter and looked around for a worker. I was greeted with nothing, but air. A bit irritated I slumped into my stool and pulled out my phone once more. There were many navigation apps available leaving me to pick the best free one while I waited for someone.

"Hey" a feminine voice startled me from behind. A small scream escaped my throat as I whipped my head towards the voice. "I am so sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."

In the moment of stunned awkwardness I gave the woman a once over. Her long brown hair fell perfectly straight framing her high cheekbones and thin face. Her sun kissed skin glowed adding to her exotic Latin, maybe Italian, looks.

"It's, uh, it's alright." I stuttered.

"Great, what can I get you?" She asked heading behind the counter and pulling on an apron. The fact that this beautiful model worked in this dingy hole in the wall diner sent my mind reeling. It was beyond gorgeous girls like her that put my high school career through complete hell. No, I wasn't bullied per say, but I wasn't welcomed with open arms into the "it" group either.

"Uh, do you have any BLT's?"

"Yes we do." She smiled, her teeth perfectly straight and unnaturally white.

"Alright, I'll take that with a root beer." I said politely turning my eyes down, not wanting to be caught in the reflection of the sun from her teeth.

"You want any fries with that?" The irony in that question alone had me stifling down a grin.

"Nah, the sandwich and the drink are fine." I try to play down the joy from my voice.

While the woman is off getting my food and drink I check my phone again. The new app I picked had finished downloading. I opened it up and entered the address of my house. The app was basic enough and the map on it showed that I was not too far off from my home. It didn't take long before I had a drink and plate of food in front of me. Surprised I looked up to the beauty smiling down at me.

"So, what brings you around here? I've never seen you before."

"I'm new in town, actually." I keep it short and sweet. I took a bite out of the sandwich. I swear my stomach sang out to the gods in joy.

"How long have you been here?"

"Awhile now." It was a half truth, awhile can be anything really: a couple hours, days, months; anyway she didn't need to know the details. I learned from many crime movies to keep the details to a minimum. You never knew when you were talking to a member of a crime ring just waiting to find innocent people to dupe and kill off. I was never one to open up to strangers either.

"Cool." She nodded her head while cleaning off the counter. "Are you here with family or trying to make it out on your own?" At those words red flags shot up into the air.

"I'm-"I began another half-truth, but was interrupted by loud hooting and stomping feet. The reaction from the woman showed that this was a common occurance. Her eye roll and huff of annoyance sent enough of a message.

She moved towards the end of the counter towards the back of the store and yelled out "You boys better not be reenacting Scarface back there, again!"

I was sure my face scrunched up on confusion and a bit of fear. Between the deserted diner, her in depth questioning, and her reference to a movie very high on the crime list my body was preparing itself for the fight or flight instincts. I was not much of a fighter, so I leaned towards the flight.

Boom!

I jumped about a mile high, as once again I was spooked. I nearly gave myself whiplash turning towards the backdoor. Three men stood where the sound came from. I would have fled for my life at this point had it not been for the fact that these men were laughing at each other and not glaring me down menacingly with sharp objects in their hands.

The men were too busy rough housing each other to notice me, so I blatantly checked all of them out. The first man I saw seemed to be about 20, dirty blonde hair under what looked like a very much used navy blue beanie that helped make his blue eyes pop. He was about my height maybe an inch taller, lanky in build, wearing a white sleeveless shirt with baggy denim jeans. He had a kind face, but looked a bit like a user with his twitchy hands and shifty eyes. Next to him was a well built man with gelled brown hair, a little older than the first, maybe, and storm blue eyes. A toothpick hung precariously in the corner of his mouth. He wore a loose fitting basketball jersey and baggy pants. The tattoos on his arms went well with his well-defined muscles. Confidence exuded from him flashing 'Player' in big fancy lights above his head.

A scruffy looking man, who looked to be in his late 20s, pulled beanie boy into a headlock at that moment earning a grunt from the young man and my full attention. He had thick curling brown hair and a slight beard and mustache. His muscles ripped through his tight black shirt. Now this was my kind of man. His caveman looks and rough appearance made the teenager in me scream out. To top off his rugged good looks his arms were covered in tattoos. What seemed to be some scarring on one arm added to his 'bad boy' charm.

The icing on the cake was that they were all covered in grease stains and muck. The look of hard work and sweat visible on their body. I smiled to myself knowing that these men would be starring in many of fantasies to come.

My heart skipped a beat when a figure appeared at the threshold of the backdoor. The muscles of his arms rippled as he leaned against the threshold. My eyes followed his arms to a defined chest, visible from underneath a black wife beater. My gaze moved up towards his full lips and white teeth, deep brown eyes, and a shaved head. His whole body took up the entire doorway. There was something about this man that screamed alpha dog. I have seen many a alpha male and they never fit well with me even if this one was a hottie. I couldn't stand the domineering quality that rolled off some men in waves.

"Hey baby, you think you can get us some grub, please?" My thoughts were interrupted. The voice came from the 'caveman' and my heart dropped just a bit. His question was directed towards the woman behind the counter. It was always the good looking ones that were taken.

"Sure."

I shook my head and turned my attention back to my meal, planning on ignoring them until I could get the heck out of there. If I was being honest with myself I had to admit that I was glad I came into the diner. I got to get a closer look at some really nice cars, eat a decent meal, and get an eyeful of not one, but four delicious men. That is all it will ever be though. I never knew how to be let people in, so I always kept to myself. Many mistook my shyness for being a snob leaving me to be called a stuck up bitch or an Ice Queen in high school. Instantly my mood darkened as I brooded in my loneliness.

I was broken from my revere when I felt a presence next to me. I turned my head to see the 'player' of the men leaning on the counter next to me. He had a broad smile on a toothpick hanging out of the side of it. I could feel his eyes roam my body from head to toe.

"Excuse me Darlin', is this seat empty?" He asked pointing towards the seat next to me. 'What a cheese ball!' I thought to myself. I turned towards him fully, annoyed that I was yet again interrupted by the gaggle of men.

"Yes Darlin', but this seat will be too if you sit down." My words covered in sickeningly sweet honey.

The smile on his face broadens until he actually comprehends my words and his face falls. There were snickers coming from everyone while he just stood there completely shocked that anyone would turn him down.

"Leon leave her alone I don't want you scaring her off." The woman says through a giggle.

"I think its more the other way around Mia" a deep rough voice comes from tall dark and handsome still at his post at the threshold. SAH-WOON! I think I fell in love right then and there. The sound of his voice causing my heart to race a bit while it rose into my throat.

"I-uh" I clear my throat trying to bring any sense back into me. "I better get going." I stand abruptly from the stool only to find myself way too close to the cheese ball still leaning on the counter next to me. I am too transfixed on how the toothpick in his mouth bobs as his smile broadens to notice that I have not moved away yet. In a flash I am on the other side of the stool pulling out a 20-dollar bill and placing it on the counter. "Thanks." I say to the woman before I spin around and scurry track out with my tail between my legs. I feel my face flush in embarrassment.

I can hear laughter erupt and some words are exchanged, but I am too off put to recognize any of it. I am only able to calm down when the diner is no longer in view and my Bronco is a good ways away. Normally, situations like that would not faze me. But for some reason those people affected me in such a way that for once in a long while I truly acted my age and ran away like a broken hearted teenager. I take a look at myself in the rearview mirror and and embarrassed once again. My face is redder than a cherry tomato and my eyes glassy as if I were going to cry. Those people at the diner probably thought I went crying home to mama in embarrassment.

I was blaming this whole predicament on all the new experiences and the carrying emotions running through me that got me acting a fool. The range of emotions that coursed through me in the last 24 hours had me mentally and emotionally exhausted. Once I find my home I'll be able to settle down and collect myself. Thank the gods that I will never see those people again cause I sure as hell won't be going back to that diner.