The day was quiet, the only sound filling the air was the buzz of the machines placed around the store and the metallic sounds of railings being ridden at high speeds from the park above.

Just another uneventful day at your father´s shop.

Or so it was, before you heard some voices coming from the counter. You peeked from behind a shelf, box in hands -as you had been replenishing some products-. At the first glance, your eye caught the familiar face of Andi, a regular costumer that often had disagreements with your father over prices.

You didn´t blame her- prices were high, for the misery salary you could get from this shitty place. Not that you could do anything about it though, you also needed the money. She was, indeed, discussing with your father once again, trying to get a cheaper sale for some scrap pieces for whatever project she and Frankie had in hands.

Speaking of Frankie. You didn´t spot her nearby, so you instinctively dropped the box and walked out of the store. Finding their truck empty, you raised a brow. That was when your ears caught up to the rustling sound of a mechanic little droid -one you knew well- coming from one of the vending machines at the side of the store.

You snorted to yourself, walking quietly over the machine and casually leaning against the wall, waiting for the crouching Frankie to notice you, wondering if she´d do it before or after her little friend managed to hack it to get a free chip or mechanical piece.