A Woman’s Warehouse || Jen&Bella
Bella’s back lent against the Pyewacket warehouse in nothing but jeans and a crop top despite the cold weather. Bellamy was always cold or at least cool and that temperature never shifted to any warmer or any cooler unless she came into physical contact with someone, it was their blood that affected her own but the weather? It did nothing at all for the tiny brunette vampire. Still it was a wait as she didn’t want to leave the doors open for just anyone to come in so Bella had a warm cup of strawberry milk she was dipping chocolate biscuits into and eating.
It was a pleasant way to wait for the mechanic. Usually Bella took her large matte black g-wagon to the same place. However she’d never broken any of her classic cars before, she just didn’t really drive them enough to fuck with them and really they could take a beating far better than her modern cars could. So she’d made some calls and had supposedly found someone who knew a little something about the old vehicles she had in storage. It was shame to keep them that way but when she had purchased the apartment building she now resided in she knew Valentin and her owns collection of cars could not fit while still allowing other residents parking spaces of their own. This was her option.
Dipping one of the chocolate biscuits in a packet on a wooden stool beside her into the strawberry milk Bella’s eyes gazed down the street. Most people in a rush to get where they were going for work. Afterall where the warehouses were some businesses were always busy and some were just...private for their own particular reasons. Any time Bella caught someone’s eye she’d smile though just in case they were the mechanic that she didn’t even know the name of, just the shop they worked at.
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