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    August 26, 2019

    Little Monk's

    Evening

     

     

     

    Metal refracted light in her vision, that starburst spritz of rainbows when eyes had studied something for too long, perpetuating the headache that was building. Lashes narrowed, dark kohl liner a sharp splash of Pin-Up. The knot on the black Rosie-kerchief was bothering her as she stared at the twisted car part, reaching up to tug a bit on the top of her head to loosen the bandana slightly. He wanted original parts. This was the one fucking piece she couldn’t find. Why did it have to be one? All this shit at her disposal and she was going to have to machine and fabricate the blasted thing. She wasn’t sure who was going to be more pissed, her or Matteo. Her. Definitely her. It couldn’t be pristine, it couldn’t be original, it couldn’t be perfect. She was supposed to be able to do that... she'd promised she could do that... she had to be able to get it done. Had to.

     

    Eyes blinked and reopened with their deep blues on the glass that allowed each bay to see the next and the lobby on the far end of her kingdom of metal and speed. Bills fired up the bike in the third bay. She loved that sound… fucking sexy. Smirk was light for a moment, watching him adjust the classic as the rumble smoothed and settled. Bills did great work and it kept her mind off her own issue, even just for a second.

     

    Hands were on her hips, fingers tapping, bare petite arms taught.

     

    Attention moved back to her own puzzle, biceps flicking before she pulled the leather apron off over her head and tossed it on the workbench. The elfin spitfire was at an impasse… she wasn't going to lose this round.

     

    …knuckles rapped at the window, fingers moving quickly to communicate with him soundlessly. Bills shook his head and powered down the machine, heading to the lobby. Coffee. When she wanted coffee, everybody scrambled to the machine. It meant she was irritated, and it was going to be a long evening. Snatching the part off the engine, she grabbed the ring of brushes from the pegboard and took her place at the slop sink, starting the long process of trying to clean the blasted component again.

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