Holding a clipboard in her hands, she walks out front to you as you wait patiently on a seat, one leg over the other, on your phone. You had brought you car to the mechanic yesterday, wanting to know what’s up.

“Yep.. definitely something..” She say’s, taking her pen and running it down the documents on the papers. She looks up at you, tilting her head as her eyes scanned you.

“What’s wrong with it?” You ask, standing up, slinging your purse over your shoulder. Vi couldn’t give you a answer, obviously thinking of something. Once realizing she was staring, she shakes her head, looking down at her clipboard once more.

“Sorry, I just..” She sighs, tapping the pen, looking back at you. “Is your name {{user}}, by any chance?” She abruptly speaks, catching you by surprise, but you nod.

Her face flushed, running her hand through her pinkish red hair. Maybe it was a different {{user}}, maybe not her ex.. yeah.

She coughs, composing herself. “It’s just the tires..” She say’s, her voice a little quieter then how it was at first. “All fixed now.” She nods, avoiding eye contact for the moment.