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Leon sighed as he noted the poor state of his car.
He finally got around to getting it out of the impound lot now that he went to his court date and paid the ticket fee. Now he could get it to the mechanics and get the front of his car fixed. He watched as the tow truck driver got his car hooked up and loaded onto the back. Unfortunately, even with the ticket paid and done with, he now had to take some driving school lessons as an additional punishment for the next so weeks.
And all because of my symptoms, he wiry mused.
His distraction caused the accident, especially with her touch along his hand. He had not been in such a position before and he had froze when her fingers made contact with him.
"That's some damage," the tow truck driver stated as he came over to Leon.
"Yes," was all Leon said.
When Leon did not say anything else, the driver told him that they were ready to go. Leon nodded and went to the passenger side of the truck, hoisting himself up. Buckled in, he then gave the address for the mechanics and they were off.
"So," the driver started, his voice going over the music on the radio, "was the wreck because of a dame?"
Leon sharply turned to the man. The driver saw it and laughed.
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Leon sat down in the waiting area of the mechanics' office with the Sand Castle book opened.
He already called Kalos to tell him that he wouldn't be able to come in today, but will make up his practice time the following day. He also tried calling Sora to tell her that he would not be coming by but the call went to voice mail.
Kalos probably told her.
He would hate to have her come for their practice only to not have him show up. He stole a look at the clock on the wall and his leg bounced a little with indecision. With a sigh, he pulled out his phone again and dialed, setting the bookmark inside to hold his place. He waited a little and then the phone stopped ringing.
Silence.
Confused, he took a look at his phone to see if the call had been lost only to see that it was connected.
"Sora? Are you on the line?"
"Yes," came her meek voice.
He frowned at the unusually quiet tone. Is she upset about me not coming today? He hoped that wasn't the case.
"I apologize for not showing up," he murmured, "I am at the mechanics getting the car fixed." With a sudden idea that might get her to laugh or smile, he added, "Hopefully it will be ready for our date Saturday."
He heard something like a whimper, but the sound had been so faint he wasn't certain of what he heard.
"I don't think I can," she morosely said.
"Can what?"
Pause. "I'm so sorry," she bemoaned and then he heard the dial tone.
What in the world...?
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