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"You," she spits, walking right up to me and putting her finger in my face. I back up instinctively, unable to stop the grin on my face. "I've had the worst week in all of existence. I dealt with seven straight days of my mother's incessant nagging. Her boyfriend is a pervert that kept trying to grab my ass. My ex tried to have me arrested. I finally come home and find Seth is missing, and when I get back in my car to find him, the fucker won't start. I need it fixed. Now."
She's waving her hands around like a madwoman, standing on the tips of her toes to get even somewhat close to my height. I have questions, lots of them. Namely, why she thinks she can come into my shop, yelling and demanding, and why it's making my coveralls just a little tighter rather than pissing me off.
Instead, what comes out is, "Who's Seth?"
"Why do you even care? I just need my car fixed- as soon as possible. He does this, he runs off and gets himself in trouble, and then I'm the one cleaning up the mess. So the sooner I find him, the less there is to do." her eyes are on fire, brown, but with flecks of gold that make them look almost orange with her anger, but I know it's not directed at me.
"Well, little lady, is the car even here for me to look at?" I lean forward, getting in her space a little bit, too, enjoying how her lips tighten and her head backs up just an inch. She still doesn't back down, though, and I like that.
I like it a lot.
"Of course, it's here; you country-bumpkin fuck. What do I look like, an idiot?"
Ah, so we have ourselves a city girl. Should've known.
"No ma'am, but you can't be too smart if you think comin' in here yellin' at me is gonna get you anywhere. This ain't the Jiffy Lube; I don't have to work on your little old jalopy if I don't want to."
I mean, I'm going to. I need the money, and I kinda wanna see what more she has to say. But I don't need her to know that just yet.
Her demeanor shifts, then, her feet meeting the concrete once again. The scowl melts from her face, but it stays fixed in stubborn determination.
"You're right, fuck. Look, I'm sorry, okay?" She crosses her arms across her chest, humility only barely touching her features. She means the apology, but I don't get the feeling it's something she often does.
"It's fine, sugar. Let's take a look at the car, and I'll see what I can do for ya, okay?" She smiles, then, and I swear to fuck, my heart stops a little.
"I'm Edward, by the way. Welcome to Cullen Mechanics; how can I help you?"
"I'm aware," she says, tapping my name tag. Strange chills shoot out from where she touched me, making me want to lean in and kiss that look off her lips. "I'm Bella. I'm not usually such a bitch. Please help me despite all that?"
"No problem, sugar. I'll get you fixed right on up."
And by that, I mean I have full intention of driving that attitude right out of her. One way or another.