CHAPTER 3- Aurora's secret passion.
The school had let out for a three day weekend, Brother was training. I was walking around, thinking of the past few days, the GoM weren't what I was expecting. They were like Tetsuya before he came to on one of my trips, confident in their own right but are very selfish. The area she walked through was filled with specialties stores. One in particular caught her eyes. With a satisfied grin she walked into the art store. The walls were covered in canvases, wooden boxes holding tubes of paint and brushes of multiply sizes with varying types of fur tips. An old women stood behind the counter, coming from the back room when she had heard the bell above the door.
"Good morning child." she said in greeting.
"Good morning Oba-san." Aurora walked around the shop, fingering a few of the brushes and noticing a few of the paints.
She picked up three brushes and a few paints as well as a small canvas. Walking back to the counter, she paid for the items and said her thanks. After wishing the older women a good day, she continued on her way. The next item to catch her eye was a little Charger. One she knew as well as her back hand, after all she did do the graphics. With a small smile, the teenage girl walked into the Mechanic Shop, stopping for a moment to listen to the Punk Rock coming from the back.
Walking to the back, she found three cars on the landing. One with its hood up. A female figure was bent over, a scowl on her features as arms laced in wiry muscle jerked on something in the interior. The girl wore grey cargos, a black t-shirt and sneakers. There was black grease smudges along her cheeks and chin. Her tan skin glowed under the sweat that accumulated on her form. Her red hair tied back in a messy bun. The mechanic went by one name, Nova. Aurora smiled and walked closer.
"That position still open for detailing?" I asked.
Nova yelped and banged her head on the car's hood. Rubbing the sore spot she gave a slight curse before looking at me. Oxen eyes widen, "Aura?"
I smirked, "The one and only."
Nova blinked before smirking, "Ah, don't know. You planning on running off again?"
"To what, unless a new tournament comes along, I pretty much won them all." Aurora told her.
Nova nodded, "There's a motorcycle out back that needs a new paint job, I've got three calls for custom work due by the end of the month. Shop opens at four in the afternoon. The jobs yours if you want it."
"Where's the brush?" The paler girl asked.