I own nothing, the characters and settings of this story belong to the writers and producers of the Fast and the Furious, just borrowing for fun.
"Do do do
do do do do do
do do do"
For a girl who didn't sing Letty had had a tune stuck in her head for days, she could go a little without it popping up but more often than not she would be humming it whilst brushing her teeth, tapping it with her fingers against her school desk and at that precise moment she was singing it absentmindedly as she sat on the counter watching a single drop of sweat make its way down Dom's neck as he worked under the hood of his car.
It was the hottest day of the year so far, 87.8 degrees with zero breeze, both the outdated ventilation system and the radio were broken in the garage and Letty and Dom were the only people not quick or smart enough to have thought of a reason to be anywhere other than at work.
"What ya doing?" Letty asked in an annoying voice jumping off the counter and sauntering over to him.
Dom dropped the nut he was trying to tighten, growled then turned to face her. "What does it look like I'm doing?" he asked with a raised eyebrow clearly wanting to finish up and join Vince at the beach as quickly as possible.
"Workin' on your ride" Letty responded letting her fingers trail along the metal beside the open hood.
"So shut the f*ck up and let me concentrate" Dom snapped returning to his work without giving the girl he thought of as a really annoying little sister a second glance.