"Sweet Solus Prime, Blades! You look like you're going to pass out!"Boulder worriedly commented.

"Should I call the paramedics?" asked Chase.

Blades groaned."Maybe I should just stay here and not socialize with any strangers."

Boulder placed a reassuring hand on Blades' shoulder."Come on Blades, you've worked way too hard for this. I know you'll get the job."

Blades huffed."Ugh, fine! But only because I get to buy myself ice cream after."

Heatwave gave Blades a playful punch."Go get'em Blades."

"Uhuh."

"Best of luck to you, Blades." said Chase.

"And don't forget to make friends." added Boulder.

Blades grabbed his bag on his way to the door."Alright, bye guys!"

He left their house, now waiting for his Uber outside."Umm, hi, are you, umm, Smokescreen?"

"The one and only." replied said driver. "Hop in."

Blades opened one of the flashy car's doors and buckled himself into a back seat. He nervously held his bag on his lap, pulling out his phone to distract himself with his medias.

"So, what do you do for a living?" asked Smokescreen, his face focusing on the road ahead of him.

Blades uncomfortably shifted, putting his phone back into his pocket. "W-well I do rescue work with the rest of my team, but I'm hoping I could change that."

Smokescreen hummed in acknowledgement. "Do you like to go racing?"

Blades shook his head."Nuh-uh, haven't you seen all the trouble racers get into in movies!"

Smokescreen gave out an amused laugh."No, but racing is fun. Maybe I should take you out for a drive sometime."

Blades lightly snickered. "Like I'd ever have the guts to do such a thing." 

"Trust me, just stick with me, I'll keep you safe."

Blades shyly fidgeted with his fingers."I'm not sure. I have a curfew and-"

Smokescreen sputtered."Whoa, whoa, whoa. Who do you live with? An old grumpy geezer?"

Blades burst out in laughter. "I guess you could say that."

Smokescreen grinned. The two were engrossed in their conversation, talking to each other as if they were best friends.

Smokescreen sighed as he parked his car. "If you need someone to give a ride, I'm one call away."

Blades unbuckled himself, grabbing his bag before exiting the vehicle. "Thanks for the ride, Smoky."

"Anytime, Blades."

Smokescreen drove off, leaving Blades standing outside a corporate building. He swallowed hard, staring up at the elevated building. He gazed at the logo written on the structure, its lettering saying 'Honeycomb Corp.'. Blades whimpered, walking up to enter the building. He walked through the doors into an orderly lobby; seeing the receptionist typing away at their computer. Blades went over to them, nervously standing in front of their desk. "Excuse me?"

The receptionist froze and shyly looked up at him."Y-y-yes?"

Blades tightened the grip on his bag. "I'm here for my, umm, interview."

The receptionist went back to typing, before looking back at Blades. "Are you the 8:30 a.m. appointment?"

Blades nodded.

They typed something again. "Your interview will be held on the 6th floor, in room 114."

Blades couldn't help but notice the stutter the other man had. "You have a stutter."

The man paused, slowly meeting Blades' gaze. "I presume that was a statement and not a q-q-question."

Blades anxiously laughed."I have medical experience."

The receptionist looked up at him in awe. "Oh, you d-d-do?"

"Mhmm."

He looked back at his computer and yelped. "I better get back to work. It was nice meeting you, t-t-though."

Blades lightly smiled. "Primus, you're right. It was nice to meet you. I'm Blades by the way."

The receptionist shyly smiled back."I'm F-f-fixit."