A/N: Reviews please! Also, after this updates will be a little slow, cuz am trying to finish off another one of my fics. Then when that's done, chapters, chapters and more chapters!
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The wheels of Lee's board slid across the pavement as she pulled to a stop in front of Toretto's Cafe, a grocery store and restaurant owned by her dad and Aunt Mia.
She almost fell off the board as it slid from underneath her, but she planted her back foot on the ground and kick-flipped the board up into her hand.
She pushed open the door that led into the restaurant and tried to prepare herself for the lecture she was probably going to get from her Aunt Mia.
Almost as she thought this, her aunt swooped down from nowhere ( one of the things she could do, that Lee had no clue how she did it and so it always scared the living daylights out of her.)
'Leanna Maria Toretto! Where in God's name have you been ? My med. class starts in fifteen minutes."
Lee winced. She hated it when her aunt called her by her full name.
"Sorry, Aunt Mia," she said coming around, behind the counter. "I was working on Uncle Leon's car and kind of lost track of time and then we had a weird chica show up and then the principal called and said T.J was in trouble again and then I had to stop my Papi from killing T.J and then I realized what time it was and came straight over here, nearly getting run over in the process," she mumbled this part under her breath. "And I am really sorry and I promise it won't happen again and that's my story."
Mia couldn't decide if she wanted to kill her niece or laugh at this outrageous tale, but she then thought that Dom probably wouldn't like her killing his youngest kid, so she settled on a half-smile and a light smack upside the head.
"I'll let you off this time, but it won't happen again, will it, Lee ?"
Lee hung her head in mock dejectedness. "No ma'am. It won't."
"All right. I'll see you at the barbecue tonight, okay ?"
"Yeah okay. We celebratin' anything special ?"
"Yeah. Your Uncle Vince is getting out of jail this afternoon and your dad wanted to celebrate."
"Okay. See you at six."
"Well actually can you tell your dad I might be a bit late, but not to wait for me."
"Sure thing. 'Bye Aunt Mia."
"Bye, Lee."
Mia grabbed her purse off the counter and went out the back door. A few seconds later, Lee heard the screech of tires on pavement and saw her aunt's car, peel out from the back lot.
Lee checked the fridge and noticing that it was almost empty, went down to the basement to get more pop.
When she came up, there was a guy she had never seen around these parts before sitting at the opposite side of the counter.
"Hey."
"Hey."
He was tanned with dark gold curls and deep blue eyes. He didn't really look like a racer, which were the only sort of people who frequented Toretto's, except for tourists, but she guessed he must be one, from the car magazine lying on the counter in front of him.
"What can I get you ?"
He grinned flashing even, white teeth. "How's the tuna?"
"Just as shitty as it's been for the past twenty years."
He laughed and nodded. "I'll have the tuna on white with no crust."
" 'Kay. And can I get you anything to drink ?"
"Do you have any Coronas ?"
"It's the only kind the owner of the restaurant'll stock, so in a word, yeah, we do."
"Okay, then I'll have the tuna and a Corona, if you don't mind."
She got him the sandwich and the frosty beer and slid across the counter.
The stranger picked up the sandwich and took a bite and then chewed and swallowed, before speaking again.
"Can I ask you a question ?"
Lee got herself a coke from the fridge and hopped up on the stool behind the counter.
"Okay, shoot."
"Does Dominic Toretto still own this restaurant ?"
"Yeah. Did you know him ?"
"Yeah, I did."
"Oh. Where from ?"
"The races."
Lee nodded. She knew her Papi had raced and still did sometimes when the money was tight, but he had never mentioned this guy before.
"So what's your name ?"
"Brian. Brian O'Connor. Otherwise known as Brian Spilner....."
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