the soft scent of your feminine perfume gently warmed the dirty air that smelt of wet gasoline.

keeping a steady job at this local auto-body shop was hard work--- dutch could be such a hard ass, constantly hollering gruff demands from the confines of his cushy, air-conditioned office.

while hosea tended to a particularly unhappy customer, the owner of some busted old sports car, arthur lumbered in. a quiet huff of exasperation slipped his chapped lips. the mechanic set a steaming cup of your preferred hot beverage in front of you. he'd remembered. naturally.

arthur'd been trying to take you out for quite some time, now--- the sweet little secretary, so out of place within this cruel space of harsh sound, sparking iron.

thick brows drawing together in a sheepish expression of guilt, he leant against the countertop. "you uh... still on for tonight?"