I was asked by my wife to write something about Gambit after he left NOLA and before he joined the X-Men. So, I decided to write something up about his time with Dani's mom, Gabby. If you don't know what I'm talking about, you'll find this OC in my other story "Raising A Ruckus" where it's revealed they had an intimate past. Anyway, this story should be plenty fun for you all. Hope you enjoy!
He had driven all day and swore to himself he'd fill up his bike once he made it to Colorado, but he crossed the state line an hour ago. Glancing down, he saw the needle at the 'E' and sighed inwardly. He knew he could go another ten miles or so, but he didn't want to push it. There would be a town about five minutes up the road, or so the sign said.
Coming up over the mountain a sigh of relief escaped him. "Finalement!" He said to himself as he pulled into the first gas station and stopped at the pump before he killed the engine.
Getting off the bike and standing, he reached for his wallet and opened it up to see ten bucks. His last ten bucks.
"Merde." He cursed silently to himself.
Now the question was, does he fill up and keep driving or stay in town, find work and make a little extra cash? He was going to need the money eventually if he was gonna continue on his journey, so he decided to stay. He was going to fill up anyway. Walking around his motorcycle, he head toward the entrance of the gas station when he noticed an old Plymouth stop on the curb. Opening the front door, he walked inside and smiled as the attendant greeted him.
"Ten on t'ree." He said, handing the attendant the ten dollar bill.
The attendant took the ten and typed in the amount on his cash register, "You got it." He said, reaching over and pressing another button. "All set, buddy."
"I 'preciate it, homme." He said, heading out and walking toward his bike.
The old Plymouth was still there, but the driver had gotten out. A young woman, probably eighteen to twenty years old, caramel colored hair, tall. She had the hood popped and was reaching in, obviously knowing what she was doing. Keeping his eye on her, he unscrewed the cap on his bike and took the gas hose. Hitting the desired gas selection, he put the nozzle in and began to fill the tank of his bike. Facing the woman, he crossed his arms over his chest as he watched her. She was frustrated and he could hear her grunting in anger. She obviously didn't know what she was doing. The gas cut off automatically and he continued to pump until the ten dollars had been reached. Returning the nozzle back to it's home, he mounted his bike and roared the engine to life. Slowly driving around the pumps, he stopped beside the woman and killed the engine. She immediately tuned around, startled.
"Ev't'in' a'right?" He asked, seeing her face flushed with frustration.
"Does it look alright?" She asked, snapping at him.
He chuckled as he got off his bike and walked to the hood of her car. "Makin' any strange sounds?" He asked, looking over the engine carefully.
"I heard a ticking noise for the past thirty minutes and then a pop right when I turned on to this street so I stopped." She said, walking up beside him and looking down at the engine of her car.
The woman had a citrus sent to her. He liked it.
"A pop, huh?" He asked, reaching down and pulling up a long, thick, rubber piece with grooves. "Yeah, y' can' be drive dis piece o' shit no mo'."
"This piece of shit is my car." The woman said, crossing her arms over her chest. "What is that, anyway?"
"Timin' belt." He said, showing where it is suppose to go. "Y' car ain' gonna turn over now."
"What do you mean?" She asked, looking up at him. "It was just on."
"Oui, but y' kill de engine and dis kin'a need t' be workin' correctement fo' y' t' turn it on." He said, looking at her through his dark sunglasses.
"Shit." She said in annoyance and she turned around and looked at her surroundings.
"Where y' live? I take y' dere." He offered, seeing her look at him cautiously so he put his hands up. "Y' have my word as a gentlemen."
She looked him up and down. "Gentlemen. Right." She said, scoffing at his motorcycle boots, torn jeans, worn biker jacket and the red bandanna wrapped around his head. Not to mention his long pony tail that hung freely in the back.
He shrugged as he tossed the timing belt on the engine and dusted his hands off. "Suit y'self, chere." He said as he walked over to his bike and straddled it. "Bonne chance."
"Wait!" The woman said in desperation. "Look, I'm sorry. This was my first car that I bought with my own money. It's been nothing but a pain in the ass. I'm just frustrated."
"Pas de soucis. Can understan' de frustration." He said, getting off his bike once more and holding his right hand out for introduction. "Remy LeBeau."
He smiled when she took his hand and gently shook it. "Gabriella Preston." She said, finally giving him a genuine smile.
"Nice t' meet y'." He said, glancing over her face. "Offer still stand wit' m' takin' y' home."
He continued to smile, seeing her look at his bike with worry. "I've never ridden a motorcycle before." She said, looking back at him.
"Perfec'ly safe. Here." He said, grabbing his helmet and handing it to her. "Put dat on."
"What about you?" She asked, looking down at it before looking up at his face and seeing him shrug.
"How far y' live from here?" He asked, mounting the bike and bringing the engine back to life.
Gabriella climbed on the back and he could feel her trying to keep her distance. "About fifteen minutes down this road. There's a turn off." She said, trying to talk over the roar of the engine.
"Y' might wanna hold on t' me." Remy said smirking. "Don' wan' y' fallin' off, now."
When he felt her arms around his abdomen, he slowly started down the street, feeling her grip him tighter. They kept quiet as they made their way down the winding street passing stores, banks, walk-in clinics and neighborhoods. This was a nice little town.
"The road is going to curve left, but keep to the right!" Gabriella said over the loud engine.
Remy nodded his head as they came to the curved road and did as he was told. He took a dirt road back behind a neighborhood to a trailer park. Not many trailers were on the property. Maybe seven or eight the could see right as they entered.
Slowing down, he could feel her still tightly gripping him. "My house it at the back. Dead center." Gabriella said, leaning in and talking into his right ear.
Arriving at the light blue trailer, he stopped and killed the engine, letting her get off before he dropped the stand and locked the handle bars. "Nice place." He said, pocketing the keys.
"You don't have to be nice." Gabriella said, taking his helmet off. "This place is a dump."
"Been on de road fo' t'ree years. Don' know de places I seen, chere." He said, taking his helmet from her and hanging it on the right handle bar. "Dis be a sight fo' sore eyes."
Gabriella smiled as she saw her dad's pick up truck. "Come on. My dad will want to thank you for helping me." She said, motioning for him to follow.
Shrugging, he followed her to the rickety front steps that lead to the door. Forcing it open, she held the screen door for him as they entered.
"Dad?" Gabriella called, taking her jacket off and hanging it on the rack by the door.
Remy couldn't help but notice her shoulders, exposed by the tank top she was wearing. The large coat she wore hid her figure. That wasn't fair.
Heavy foot steps sounded and then a large man with a belly came around the corner. "What's up, baby?" Her dad was a big burley man and he eyed Remy with caution.
"My car broke down on Lemon Street and Remy here brought me home. He said my timing belt is what's broken." Gabriella said.
Her dad sighed. "I knew that thing was going to die. On Lemon Street, no less." He said, making Remy chuckle. "Thank you for helping my daughter."
"Mon plaisir." Remy said, tucking his hands in his pockets.
"You said the timing belt?" Her father asked, walking closer to them.
"Yeah." Gabriella said as she watched her father extend his hand out for Remy.
"David." He said, introducing himself. "Haven't seen you before."
"Headin' nort'. I be stoppin' fo' gas, den I seen yo' daughter cursin' dat car t' hell." Remy said, making her father laugh. "Trut' is, use m' last ten bucks on gas. T'inkin' bout findin' some work. Y' know o' any places 'round here?"
David rest his hands at his sides. "You can help me in my shop. I'll give you fifty bucks a day. All I can spare." He said.
Remy smiled. "T'ink we got a deal, mon ami." He said, giving David a friendly clap on the shoulder. "Next question be, dere a hotel 'round here I can hol' up in?"
David shook his head. "If you used your last ten on gas, you can stay here for the night. Work in my shop tomorrow and you'll be able to get a night in a hotel. I'll bump it to seventy five for tomorrow, so you can get groceries. How's that sound?" He asked.
"Génial. Be great." He said, flashing a friendly grin.
"I'm afraid we don't have an extra room, but you can have the living room." David said, turning toward the old, worn leather couch. "It isn't the Hilton, but it's a comfy couch."
"Be fine." Remy said.
"Well, if you want I can show you my shop? You can get familiar with it and all." David said.
"Sure." Remy said looking at Gabriella. "De daughter of a mechanic don' know not'in' 'bout cars?"
"I'm not into that." Gabby said, shaking her head. "Too messy."
Cracking a half grin, Remy's eyes darted to David reaching in his pocket and pulling out a set of keys. "You can come too, Gabby." Her father said.
Gabby shrugged. "Sure." She said as they all head outside and toward the old red pick up truck.
"Pile in." David said as he opened the driver's side and got in.
"I can sit in de back." Remy said, thumbing toward the flat bed.
"If you want the cops to arrest you, then go for it." Gabby said. "They're pretty strict about that. Come on. I'll sit in the middle."
Watching Gabby climb in, Remy walked up and climbed in after her. Closing the door, he looked at her and saw a slight blush on her cheeks. They were nice and cozy. Practically smashed against each other, because of her father's large size. Flashing her a flirty grin, David started up the engine and head out down the dirt road.
"So, Remy." David began. "Where are you from?"
"De sout'." He said, watching the scenery as they drove on before looking in David's direction.
David chuckled. "I figured that much." He said glancing his way before returning his eyes to the road. "What state?"
"Lou'siana." Remy said, looking at Gabby.
"I've never been there." David said, carrying the conversation. "What's it like?"
"Green, wet, full o' m'squitoes." He said, making them both laugh. "But de food's where it's at."
"Mm." David said as they stopped at a red light. "I'd love to try some good ol' southern food. They attempt it in restaurants here, but I'm sure it's nothing like down there."
"Been on de road fo' t'ree years. Miss de food. Ain' come across anyt'in' close t' it." Remy said smiling at David, but noticing Gabby look over his face.
When the light turned green, David drove a few more blocks before turning on to a rural street and pulling up to an old shop. It was definitely in need of some repairs and a coat of paint or two, but Remy liked it.
Parking the truck, they piled out. "Well, this is it." David said, closing the door of the truck. "I know it's a pile of junk, but it keeps me and my daughter fed and housed."
Taking a few steps closer, Remy placed his hands on his hips. "I like it." He said, looking back at David. "Cozy, no?"
David smiled at Remy's appreciation of his shop. "Thank you." He said walking up and giving Remy a friendly clap on the back. "Come on. I'll show you the inside."
David started for the garage door and Remy glanced back at Gabby with a grin before he followed her dad. Opening the lock with a key on his keyring, David lifted the garage door to reveal a full auto garage.
"C'est manifique." Remy said, walking in and looking around. "Look like y' got ev'yt'in' in here, homme."
"This is my second home. My passion is cars." David said, crossing his arms over his chest.
"I t'ink fate brought us t'get'er." Remy said. "I been known t' fix up a few cars back home. Enjoyed every moment o' it."
"Perfect!" David said with a smile as he walked up to Remy and placed his hand on his shoulder. "I start every morning at seven. Hope that isn't too early."
"Non. Be fine, mon ami." Remy said, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "I 'ppreciate all dis."
"Well, it's in my nature to help out. Apparently it's in yours, too." David said as he turned to Gabby, who was still at the garage's entrance. "Let's get some dinner. What do you say?"
"Don' exac'ly have de money." Remy said, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Don't worry about it, Remy. It's on me." David said as they piled into the truck and head to a little diner halfway between the auto garage and their house. "This is my favorite place."
The diner looked like your typical place out of a movie and Remy swore he'd either see a fight or get abducted by aliens. Walking inside, they took a seat in a booth. Gabby sat by her dad and Remy sat across from them.
"Hey David." An older woman said, walking up to them.
"I'll have my usual dinner, Retha." David said, letting Gabby order.
"I'll just have a cheese burger. No pickles, please. Cooked well with a Coke." Gabby said.
"And for you?" Retha looked at Remy.
"Bacon cheese burger. Ev't'in' on it. Medium." He said. "An' a beer."
"Whoa, son." David put his hand out. "I'm sorry, but we don't drink in my household. You'll have to order something else."
"Je m'excuse." Remy said. "Coke be fine."
"Alrght, I'll get this right in." Retha said as she walked to the back.
"Sorry 'bout dat." Remy said, feeling how awkward it was now.
"Alcohol is the one thing I won't allow in my home or family. I know we come from different backgrounds, but I can't put my money toward that." David apologized.
Remy shook his head. "No, I 'pologize. I didn' ask. I live wit'out it jus' fine." He said, seeing David smile. "Gonna be honest wit' y'. I smoke."
David shrugged. "As long as it's not in my house or the auto garage, there won't be a problem." He said, "Unless it's marijuana, then we have a problem."
Cracking a grin, Remy shook his head. "Non. Only smoke cigarettes." He said.
"Good." David said as he looked at Gabby. "What time do you work tomorrow?"
"Open to two." She answered, glancing at Remy.
"She works at a little café across town." David said. "Some pretty damn good coffee."
"Maybe I stop by." Remy said, giving her a half grin. "I be a fan o' coffee."
Her cheeks reddened slightly. "Sure. " She said. "I'll be there." She turned to David. "What about my car?"
"I'll take you to work tomorrow. Then Remy and I will work on it to get it back up and running." David said, looking at Remy, seeing him nod in agreement. "Hopefully we'll be able to drop it off at work."
Gabby nodded as she looked at Remy again. He narrowed his gaze at her and slightly smiled, making her blush and look away. Her lips were well defined and full. Luscious. She had an exceptional body. Very voluptuous and curvy. Breasts were a nice, full size. Damn, he was thinking about sex already.
Retha came back minutes later with their food and they dug in. The burger was quite tasty to Remy's surprise and he honestly would order it again the next time he stopped by. When they finished, David left a tip and they piled in the truck and head home. Before heading inside the trailer, Remy grabbed the satchel off his bike containing his clothes. When he entered took his leather biker jacket off and hung it on the coat rack.
"Mind if I get a shower?" He asked, looking at David.
"Not at all." David said. "Help yourself to whatever is in there. Towels are in the closet across from the sink.
"Merci." Remy said, flashing a smile at Gabby before he head down the hall and took a left when he saw the bathroom.
A standing shower, a toilet and a sink where crammed into this tiny space, but it was fine. He hadn't showered in almost a week and he desperately wanted, and needed, one. Stripping from his clothes, he sat the satchel on the closed toilet seat before turning on the shower. He didn't want to use the hot water, so he took a lukewarm one. Stepping inside, he found David's shampoo. It was quite musky, but it was better than smelling like strawberries and cream. Lathering up his long hair, he washed it all out before he quickly washed every inch of his body, rinsing that off as well.
Killing the water, he took the towel from the rack and dried himself off before stepping out on to the bathmat. Drying his hair as best as he could, he opened his satchel and took out a pair of old, worn, thin sweats and slipped them on. Draping the towel over his shoulders, he pulled his hair through and put it back up, but into a bun this time.
Taking his satchel, he opened the door and nearly ran into Gabby. "Whoa! Sorry!" She said, looking directly at his chest before trailing down his stomach and then snapping her eyes back up to his face and focusing on his black and red eyes. "S-sorry about that."
"'S fine." Remy said softly as he watched her quickly walk into the room on the right.
Heading into the living room, he watched David put some thin blankets on the couch as well as a pillow.
"T'ank you." Remy said, making David turn around and seeing him notice his different eyes, but played it off.
"My pleasure." He said, resting his hands on his waist. "Gabby wakes up around three, so we'll try and be as quiet as possible."
"Don' change yo' life 'cause o' me. I be fine. Y' do wha' y' gotta do." Remy said, dropping the satchel by the bed and taking a seat.
"You need anything else?" David asked.
Remy shook his head. "Dis be perfect. T'ank you." He said, seeing David nod before he went down to his room on the left.
Opening his eyes, Remy heard the sound of wind chimes singing their song as the wind blew them around softly. It was still dark out so it had to be early morning. Finishing that thought, he heard movement and realized Gabby must be getting ready for work. That meant it was around three in the morning. The air had gotten colder in the trailer, so Remy reached up and grabbed another thin blanket and placed it on his feet. Hearing a door open, he heard whispers and then two sets of foot steps as they head toward him. He smelt Gabby's citrus sent as they quietly opened the front door and left.
The couch was extremely comfortable, David wasn't lying. He had slept really well for the past seven hours and could sleep more. He was exhausted, but it was too quiet now. Besides the wind chimes, the deafening silence was keeping him awake. He knew it was from being in a completely different place. That always happened when he decided to stay somewhere and find work. Distant thunder brought him a sigh of relief as he heard it roll off into nothing. Letting his right arm drop to his satchel, he felt inside to make sure he had his duster. Feeling the broken in leather, he brought his hand back up and draped it across his abdomen. More thunder sounded, closer this time, so he closed his eyes and tried not to focus on anything.
Opening his eyes, it was brighter out and the smell of coffee filled the room. Rubbing his face, Remy sat up and swung his legs to the right so he would be sitting on the couch.
"Morning!" David called to him in a friendly tone. "Got some eggs and toast over here if you want some."
Standing, Remy folded up the blankets and stacked them at the end of the couch along with the pillow. "T'ank you." He said, walking into the kitchen and took the mug that David handed to him.
"Since this is a small town," David began, getting Remy's attention. "I think you'd better keep those sunglasses on as much as possible. I know you're one of those mutants and that's fine. You're still a human being, but these people here are spooked easily. We don't have mutants here, that we know of."
Remy nodded. "I keep dat in mind." He said as he poured himself a cup of black coffee and grabbed a piece of toast and took what was left of the scrambled eggs. "T'anks fo' breakfast."
"Anytime." David said. "It's raining hard out there. Suppose to all day."
Taking a bite of toast with egg on it, Remy nodded at him as he chewed up the food. "I love de rain. Remind me o' home." He said, making David smile.
"It is a soothing sound and smell." He said, rubbing his chin. "I don't wanna rush you, but it's seven."
"Mm!" Remy said during a mouth full of food. "Sorry 'bout dat. Slept good on dat couch."
"Take your time. I figured you were worn out from traveling." David said.
"I take it wit' me." Remy said, as he walked over and grabbed a darker pair of jeans and a black shirt.
After changing into his clothes, Remy made sure to grab his duster and breakfast, before he piled into the truck with David and head to the shop. Downing the coffee, they pulled up to the garage where they got out and head inside, trying to stay as dry as possible.
"Help me clear out this space here." David said. "We'll park Gabby's car here and work on it today."
Moving large tables and equipment, they made space for the old Plymouth as they heard the rain come down harder.
"Well, you ready to get wet?" David asked.
Remy smirked. "Sure." He said, popping the collar on his duster.
"Let's go get that piece of shit car of her's." David said with a chuckle as they locked up the garage, got in the truck and head toward Lemon Street.
Arriving moments later, David parked the car in front of Gabby's and killed the engine. Turning to Remy, he looked back at the Plymouth before looking back at Remy.
"Once we get this thing hitched up to the truck, I want you to ride in Gabby's car and steer it. Sound good?" He asked.
"Y' got it, mon ami." Remy said, giving David a salute with his right index and middle fingers before they got out and quickly worked on hitching the car to the truck.
Minutes later, Remy quickly got into the car and sighed. The rain was bitterly cold and he was quite awake now. Shaking the rain off his duster, he saw David's break lights come on, so he put the car in neutral and carefully steered the car as they made their way back to the shop. Once they arrived in front of the garage door, he got out and quickly unhitched the car and they pushed it into the garage where they closed the door to keep the rain out.
"Dat rain is cold!" Remy said, taking his duster off and shaking the rain off of it before he hung it up on the edge of a cabinet.
"Well, it's the start of fall in Colorado." David said, rubbing his hands together. "Alright, let's see what we got here."
Popping the hood of the old Plymouth, David shook his head as he lifted the belt Remy had pulled out yesterday. Tossing it to the ground beside him, David dusted his hands off before he turned to Remy.
"You were right. That timing belt has had it." He said, turning back to the engine. "Not sure if I have a spare one."
Watching David scratch his head, Remy rubbed his hands together to create some warmth for his frigid fingers. "Where y' want me t' look?" He asked, seeing David look back at him.
Pointing to the other end of the garage, David jutted his chin out. "Through that door, you'll see a little shed. I keep stuff like this in there. Go take a look and I'll make sure there isn't anything else wrong with this car." He said, turning his attention back to the engine.
"Y' got it." Remy said, opening the door and seeing the shed ten feet away.
The pouring rain was causing him to hesitate and think about getting his duster, but he dismissed it and quickly head out into the freezing rain. He was completely soaked by the time he reached the shed and was shivering when he opened the door and walked inside. Turning on the hanging light, he could see all kinds of knick knacks and got lost looking at other things. It wasn't but a moment later he got back on track and found three extra timing belts. Turning the overhead hanging light off, Remy took in a few short breaths before he opened the door and the freezing rain hit him again, soaking him further, as he made it back into the garage.
"Whew!" Remy called out as he shut the door, causing David to look at him and smile.
"Might wanna get warm. Don't want you catching cold." David said, taking the belts from Remy. "These look great. Let's pick out the best looking one."
Taking his shirt off, Remy wrung out whatever water he could, before he hung it over some wire he found stretched across two shelves close to his duster.
"You gonna be alright? Wet jeans are the worst." David said.
Remy smirked. "Don' t'ink y' wantin' me takin' off my pants, no?" He asked, jokingly.
"Please, keep your pants on." David said as he took one of the belts and started to dig around in the engine.
"Okay." Remy chuckled as he walked over and watched David detach several things before slipping the belt on. "Here, I hold dat."
David reached inside the engine and started to work on getting the timing belt attached. After what seemed like hours, he finally got it, but when they went to test it, the car didn't start.
"What the?" David asked, scratching his head before he crossed his arms over his chest.
Glancing inside the engine, Remy leaned over and reached down to double check that everything was where it was suppose to be. "It be all t'ere, mon ami." He said, placing his hand on his hips.
"Maybe it finally died." David said, walking over and trying the engine again, hearing it try to turn over.
"Battery?" Remy asked, checking the box.
"Could be." David said. "We haven't changed it."
"Dis t'ing corroded, homme." Remy said, moving so David could take a look.
"Damn." He muttered as he took the battery out carefully. "Well, looks like we're going to take another trip. You wanna stop and get some dry clothes at the house?"
Remy smiled. "Dat would be nice." He said as he grabbed his duster and put it on before grabbing his wet shirt and following David out to his truck.
After stopping at the trailer, they head to the automotive shop and got the battery they needed for Gabby's car. On the say back to the shop, David suggested that they stop at Gabby's work and grab a coffee and update her on the car.
Getting out of the truck, they head inside where they were greeted by one of the employees. "Hey Mr. Preston!" She said before eying the stranger that was with him.
"Hey Marilyn." David replied as he walked to the counter where Gabby was working.
Gabby smiled with excitement. "Is my car fixed?" She asked.
Shaking his head, David looked at Remy before he smiled at his daughter. "Still working on it." He said, giving Remy a friendly clap on the shoulder. "Wanted to stop in and get a cup of coffee."
Looking at Remy, Gabby smiled. "What kind of coffee do you like?" She asked.
Placing his hands in the pockets of his duster, he shrugged. "Black coffee be fine." He said. "Ain' picky."
"Black coffee will definitely put hair on your chest." David chuckled.
"No cream or sugar?" Gabby asked, turning to pour their house blend.
"Non." He replied as she handed him the mug.
"You know what I want, sweetheart." David said as he watched Remy take the first sip. "So? What do you think?"
Letting the hot liquid move around over his tongue, Remy nodded. "Dat's pretty good." He said, nodding his head.
"Told you." David said as Gabby handed him his coffee. "Here, let's grab that table."
Walking over, they sat down at the small table for two by the window and began to talk. "Who's that?"
Gabby looked to her right to see Cheryl looking in the direction of her dad and Remy. "Oh." Gabby said. "I met him yesterday. He helped me get home and my dad is offering him paid work at the garage."
Cheryl looked at Gabby. "You met him yesterday?" She asked. "Where?"
"My car broke down." Gabby said as she wiped the counters down.
"So, he's not from here?" She asked.
"Have you seen him before?" Gabby asked, obviously annoyed at all of her questions.
"Listen," Cheryl started. "I'm gonna jump on that if you aren't."
Gabby looked at her and furrowed her brows. "What?" She asked.
Cheryl smiled. "Look at him." She said, nodding his direction. "Sex on legs."
"Oh my god, eww." Gabby said, putting her hand up and blocking Cheryl's face. "Go back to doing your job."
Walking around the counter, Gabby continued to wipe the counters down that were in the dining room. Walking by the table that her dad and Remy sat at, she glance at him and noticed him looking at her over the top of his sunglasses. She couldn't help but slightly blush. That little smirk he wore was getting to her as she walked over to the trash and collected the dishes. She couldn't see his dark eyes now, due to the sunglasses he wore, but she could feel them burning into her. She felt her face burning, so she quickly left the dining room and took the dishes to the back.
Downing the last of the coffee, Remy stood up and walked over, placing the mug in the bin by the trash and turned around just as Gabby returned from the back. He couldn't help but smile at how easily it was to make her lose it. It was almost as if she'd never had any kind of interaction with the opposite sex.
David stood and waved to Gabby. "Bye, baby. We'll bring your car over when you get off work." He said, placing his mug in the bin.
"Alright." Gabby said, waving to her dad as she looked at Remy. "I...guess I'll see you later?"
"Absolument." Remy replied, looking over his glasses and winking at her as he walked out the door with David. "Dat be some damn good coffee, homme."
David chuckled as they got into his truck. "Wasn't lying." He said as he started up the engine and head back to the garage.
A/N: I'm a glutton for punishment... ANOTHER story? I know, I know! But I'm not planning on this one being too long. At least not as long as my other stories. We'll see how it goes. But yes, enjoy!