There are places I remember
All my life though some have changed
Some forever not for better
Some have gone and some remain
All these places have their moments
With lovers and friends I still can recall
Some are dead and some are living
In my life I've loved them all

- In My Life, The Beatles

She was aware of his presence the exact moment he had stepped into the office; the gentle creak of a well worn leather trench coat announcing him. But that didn't prompt her to look up from the paperwork she was filling out diligently, a grease tainted hand scribbling information into the needed places. The sound of heavy boots was muffled by the matted carpet as they traversed the from the door to her desk.

"Anyone ever complain about customer service, girl?" Billy leaned down to place his hands against the edge of her desk, heavy body leaning down to level an icy blue stare at the raven haired woman. "I'm thinkin' I need to have a talk with your manager."

Snapping her gum loudly the woman looked up to lock her own amber eyes on his, her right hand following the movement of her head so as to rest her elbow against the desk and her chin in her open palm. Without another word said she slowly blew another bubble in a sign of defiance.

Billy smirked and straightened up, but not without popping the bubble while doing so. "Where's my car?"

Chuckling under her breath the woman leaned back in her chair as her tongue danced along her lips in an effort to pull all the gum back into her mouth, a chuckle escaping her as Billy watched with rapt attention as she did so. It was in a matter of moments that Billy's eyes were trailing over sun kissed skin as they stepped into the morning sun, the oversized black v-neck shirt she was wearing tied off to the side in an effort to keep it from becoming too much of a nuisance.

Keys twirled around the end of a lithe index finger as she led the way to his beloved '69 For Mustang. Once they reached their destination deep behind the garage she stopped to admire the shiny toy parked before them. Her head canted gently to the right, sending a wave of curls over her shoulder.

"Mmm," came the soft sound as her eyes drank in the beauty of the muscle car. Giving the keys one last twirl around her finger she stopped short of handing them off to Billy, whose hand was poised above hers to take them. She turned to face him with her eyes squinted just a bit to fend off the sun as she looked up at him. "Try not to fuck up the tranny again or the next time you do I'm not fixing it."

"Oh, you break my heart, girl." Calloused fingers reached for the keys and when they were pulled away he frowned, breath sucked in through his teeth. "Janelle, c'mon. I don't have time for this."

It was then that that the girl stepped up to jab her extended fingerd into Billy's chest, the keys now clenched against the palm of her hand. "I'm serious, Billy. It breaks my heart to even think that although I'm telling you to take care of her this is all just going in one ear and out the other."

He winced. More so at her tone than the fact that she was digging a finger in his chest. "Nah, I'm listening. Can I have my keys now or am I goin' to have to take them from you?"

At that she tossed the keys up into the air for him to catch before turning and heading the way they came. "I'll go unlock the gate."

Billy turned to watch after her, "I hate to see you go but I love to watch you leave."

Two fingers were all he received in return.