"Well now you're just blowin' smoke." He winks and smiles around the rim of his glass before taking another sip. "Nah, I think we'll get along just fine, you an' me. And it'll be nice to have a friend in the shop."

Davin loves what he does, and he's proud of what he's accomplished, but he's starting to dread going to work. He doesn't like the isolation, or the disdain. Davin craves approval and he wants to be a good person, someone easy to like, so when people so openly dislike him, it really gets him down.