Jeremiah let out a frustrated noise as he parked his truck in front of a store. It wasn't very big and the outside seemed a little dilapidated but he needed help. Jem has been driving for fifteen miles on a flat tire. He knew how to change on, he just didn't have it. So now he needed to find a place that had tires to fit his truck. Jem had bought the truck a couple weeks ago after he had decided it was time he get away from being a billionaire. He was sick of the fawning and questions and just pretty much everything about it. Jeremiah didn't want to be the billionaire anymore. What he wanted was love. Jem hasn't been able to find love that wasn't dollar sign induced as he had dated women. Some had made him believe he had found the right girl until he found out other wise. Being rich wasn't all it seems to be. When he bought the truck, he made sure it wouldn't look stupid standing out from all the others in this town because of how nice it was. Jeremiah didn't want to look like the billionaire anymore. Jem hopped out of his truck and inspected the tire, seeing multiple tears in it and wondered just how that had happened. He ran a hand through his dark hair and walked up to the store, opening the door and going inside. Jem found himself immediately looked at by the women inside the store. But then again, he was sure everybody knew everybody in the little town. Jem shoved his hands inside his jeans, something he hadn't worn in ages, and slowly approached the women. His eyes took turns looking at both their profiles then he looked at the little boy in one of their arms. Jem hadn't had much experience with children but when he did, it was typically good. Jeremiah cleared his throat and looked at the older woman. "Is there a place here where I could find a tire for my truck? I had to ride on a flat for about fifteen miles." he explained, his dark eyes switching back and forth between the women.
Jem reached up and rubbed the back of his neck. "I'm not actually sure about that." he answered with an apologetic smile. He felt like an idiot in front of these women. Sure, he worked hard but the people around here worked hard in a more difficult way. All he had to do was avoid the paparazzi and sit pretty. He was sure they knew more math than he ever would, and that was a feat. After getting his truck fixed if he could, he would have to go in search of some horse feed and his employer. Jem needed this kind of experience and a break from it all as well. His real world was becoming too much for him and wanted to escape for a while. Jem looked over at the younger women and the child in her arms. A slight smile curled his lips as the child spoke and laughed. Clearly he liked trucks. Jem turned his attention to what must be his mother and shook his head. "No. I'm actually here for a.. Something like a vacation." he answered politely. "Would either of you ladies know Dawn Wyatt?" Jem inquired, unaware that she was standing in front of him.
Jem nodded at the other woman as she left the building, a little bell tinkling as she did. "Thank you." he said before she had made it out. He then turned his attention back to the young woman with the little boy in his arms. She wondered where his father was but knew that it was none of his business. Jem flushed slightly and nodded a shrug of his shoulders. "Of sorts. I was curious how life like was and decided to find out." he said, shoving his hands in the pockets of his jeans. Jem has no intention of revealing who he really was and he would keep up the act until he left the place in a few months. Jem had come escape his reality and to learn about the lives of the people's unlike him. The lives of people who worked long, labor intensive hours just to put food on the table and pay bills. Jem quirked a brow but took her hand and shook it. "Well then, it's nice to meet you, Dawn." he said then gave an affirmative nod. "Yes, I'm he. You can call me Jem though." Jem told her. He wasn't sure if that was too personal just yet but he knew Jeremiah could get annoying to say all the time so he always have the option to people he met. Jem shoved a hand through his hair and knew that he might regret this decision but he needed this. "I will warn you honestly, I have never done anything like this before but I'm willing to learn. Oh, and I won't work for money." Jem informed. It hadn't really said anything in the call-out of any sort of payment but he wouldn't work for money. He had enough of it as it was and knew that the people here needed it. Animal work and farm was getting harder and harder if you continued to look at the stocks of those things every week. It was in a constant state of flux.
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