"Goddamnit!" I hiss, throwing my wrench across the garage, pleased when it makes a clatter as it hits the wall. I turn back and stare down at the jeep in front of me, into the open hood where the engine stares back, taunting me. "Why won't you turn over?" I sigh, frustrated.
Over the sound of G.I Jive blaring on the radio, a hearty laughter floats through. I blanch; recognizing the sound, knowing whom the disembodied guffaw belongs to. "I don't have time or the patience for you, you stupid kraut." I spit, keeping my eye on the engine.
"You don't seem to have the patience for that engine either." The form of Hugo Stiglitz appears in my peripherals.
"I don't know what you're talking about, but I have work to do so I'm going to have to ask you to leave." I clench my fists, sighing heavily through my nostrils.
"Why?" He leans beside me, trying to make eye contact.
"Because you're bothering me." I grit my teeth. He grins at this, happy to be under my skin.
"Was that wrench bothering you?" He asks, sardonically.
"Yes." I reply, my tone sharp.
Hugo takes one of my clenched fists, prying my fingers open and presses the rejected wrench into my palm. "Try to keep it in your hand this time." He says teasingly.
"Goddamnit, Hugo." I growl, fuming as he walks away, chuckling at my anger. I smirk, despite myself. I can never stay mad at that stupid kraut.