Trouble||Closed
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She’d been there for a couple days and hadn’t met him yet. She’d met Simon, Simon who was a little too nice to her, though she’d gotten used to the oddities of men from working in a mechanic shop BEFORE all of this. At least here there was no one else in there to complain about her music which echoed through the garage.
Once upon time A few mistakes ago I was in your sights You got me alone You found me You found me You found me
I guess you didn't care And I guess I liked that And when I fell hard You took a step back Without me, without me, without me
She didn’t hear her name being called through the echoing sound as her hand reached out from under the truck to grab a wrench. She grumbled as it seemed to have moved further than she wanted it too. One thing about being a small woman she needed her tools closer to her, but of course they tended to migrate.
I knew you were trouble when you walked in So shame on me now Flew me to places I'd never been Now I'm lying on the cold hard ground
She scooted over to the edge her hand groping around without looking, until it connected with something that shocked her into a sharp surprised cursing. Her music shut off at the same time as she realized she had her hand on someone’s boot.
“Dana...” Simon’s voice broke the silence...from the opposite side of where the boot she hand a hold of was. Simon’s tone suggested that he called her several times. She quickly drew back and slid out from under the car still on her back now peering up at two men. She she’d never seen the attractive one, but the leather jacket and red scarf spoke for itself. She popped up to her feet quickly.
“You must be Negan,” she smiled slight unsure of how she was supposed to greet him, so she went with what she knew and held out her hand, “I’m Dana, Simon told me I had to ask you before I did anything to your car, but you can actually up the acceleration and make it use far less fuel with the right parts...” she was babbling just a little. It wasn’t that she’d HEARD anything off about him, but the fact that no one was willing to say much about him at all was what concerned her. He was damned sure intimidating but she squared her shoulders and looked him in the eye but kept the smile, “Sorry...I really like cars,” she said sheepishly.
She winced again realizing she was covered in engine grease, and her hair was yanked back in a ponytail. Her cover all’s had been unzipped and pushed to her waist, and instead she worked in her tank top, but her arm was littered with small cuts and bruises as a result, “Don’t mind me I’m kind of a mess.”