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If Konstanze had even an ounce of sense in her, perhaps she would have reconsidered her actions. However, the woman was an impulsive mess at times, and proceeded… quite aloof to the look on the other’s face. Once the shoe was on, she stood back up, glancing down the road.
“Right! My shop.” A grin. “I’m a mechanic! It’s just a few buildings down that way-“ She gestured over her shoulder as she spoke. “Nothing on here looks too serious… In fact, I’d say it’s pretty repairable.” Konstanze eyed the bike once more, running a hand through her hair. After a quiet grunt of affirmation, she crossed her arms, returning her attention to their conversation. “I think I wanna get a better look at it still, if you’re up for that. Shouldn’t take too long- Just a quick pit stop and I’ll send you back on your way.”
Why was she talking so much?
The blonde was extremely aware of how many words were spilling out of her, but couldn’t do anything about it. With a somewhat nervous chuckle, she finally bit her tongue, grinning at the woman.
Yes, the shop. Back to business; that, Agatha could do. She mentally shook herself off, her features schooled back into a slight smile as the woman spoke. She certainly spoke a lot , but the important words caught her attention.
Mechanic
Repairable
Quick
Well, that was all a big relief; having to fork out for a new bike and have half a day lost would have set her off kilter for the rest of the week.
“Thanks.” Came the simple reply. A pause, and, as almost an afterthought “Hate for it to be written off after all that - no idea what happened, there.”
“Ach, accidents happen. If they didn’t, well... I guess I wouldn’t have much of a business.” Konstanze was clearly very pleased with herself, and her little joke, as evidenced by her now beaming face. “Anyway! We can head down there now, if you want. I don’t anticipate the shop being too busy... especially considering the owner is not present... So I can get you in right away.” She began to walk, but quickly stopped herself after just a few steps.
“Oh, I don’t know how well the bike is gonna... yknow, wheel down there with the rim like that. Do you want some help walking it?”
A beat.
“Not that I think you need help! I just--” Oh dear. She cleared her throat. “--wanted to make things less difficult?”















