@heartlikegold liked❛ i don’t usually let other people work on her, but — ❜ insinuation hangs in place of finished thought, heavy against bruised ego. he lifts a thumb to rub at invisible smudge upon glossy black paint before folding his arms across his chest, tight, anticipatory. weight shifts back and forth between either foot, too much energy homed within his belly to remain still. ❛ — how’s she lookin’, doc? that’s my little girl you got in there. ❜
betty was used to anxious car owners hovering over her like wasp-level helicopter moms. It was nothing new –– at least jake wasn’t getting in the way of the actual work. pulling back from where she leaned over the hood, she tapped a small cylinder there. ❝ so –– good thing you brought her in! looks like your brake fluid might be leaking. ❞ she reached for her ponytail and tightened it twice. ❝ I’m going to have to pop the wheels off to try and find the source of the leak. ❞ she tried to sound apologetic then. ❝ I promise I’ll be gentle. if you want –– I mean, you can help? ❞