She could smell the oil of the garage and the sweat of summer. He was leaning on a 1969 Chevrolet Z/28 Camero, the car that dreams are made of. She walked in to get her oil changed and walked out with plans on Friday night.
"Excuse me, I'm runnin late can you help me?" she asked a little annoyed no one was rushing up to help her.
He grunted, wiping grease on his pants as he slammed the hood down. He stood there looking her up and down. Nikky blushed as his gaze pierced right through her. "We're busy." He said walking past her to another car.
She turned around following him "I'm serious I need my car fixed, I have to be at work in 15 minutes!"
He dropped the wrench and walked over to her looking her up and down again.
"Leon" he yelled, his eyes not leaving hers.
"Yeah" said a distant voice from the back.
"Customer." He yelled then went back to work.
She exhaled sharply.
"Forget it, I'll go someone else." She said starting to walk off.
"Wait." He said following her. "Just give me five minutes to finish her up." He said referring to the Camero.
"Thanks:" she said smiling. "Nikky." She said holding her hand out.
He wiped his hand on his pants again and took her hand in his. "Vince."
He got to work on her, as she sat by idly.
She watched him carefully, taking in everything about him. His bronze arms covered in tattoos, his brown, curly hair. His smell was intriguing, a mix of car grease, aftershave and something else she couldn't figure. "Summer." She whispered. That's what the smell was. He looked up at her from beneath the hood. Her eyes were wandering all along his body and stopped on his butt. He smirked at the realization that she was checking him out, and not the other way around. She blushed and dropped her gaze to the ground.
He shut the hood to her car and handed her the keys.
"All done." He whispered in her ear.
Nikky made it to the bathroom and back without anymore tears. She layed on her bed as the sweet smell of spring entered the room. Erica came into the room and sat down. "Wanna Talk?" She said grabbing Nikky's hand. She pulled away "Not right now, It's too hard." Erica nodded and left the room.
She went downstairs and found Jaki typing on the computer. "We gotta get Nikky outta this."
"Well if you know a way to bring back the dead." Erica said sarcastically
"He's not dead, He's Hiding, If He Escaped from the hospital then he could still be alive.." Jaki said hopefully.
"Jaki that was weeks ago and he was seriously injured he couldn't have made it that far. He's dead."
"But what if.." Jaki started
"So what do you suppose we do Jaki copy flyers?"
Jaki laughed briefly, "What about Mexico? Isn't where they found Dominic?"
" So you wanna go to Mexico? That's a pretty big country."
"Maybe we could ask that cop, what's his name..?"
"Brian" Erica said Harshly
"Yeah maybe he knows."
"And how do we find him?"
"Post flyers?" Jaki said smiling
Erica threw a pillow at Jaki.
"Well we gotta do something." Jaki said turning away from the computer.
Alright." Erica sighed, "I'll make a few calls see if I can find Mr. O'Connor."
