@mxttlemxde SAID: "—you wouldn't happen to sell used cars, would you?" || from Eric @ Piper right now 🔫
“Not usually, no. But it just so happens that today’s ya lucky day, love.” Piper grinned, hopping down from the step stool she used to help her see over the counter of her front desk. She moved over to the wall behind her, finger grazing over several labeled box drawers in the wall until she found the one she was looking for. She let out a little cheer, quickly yanking it open to retrieve several photos of vehicles that looked to be in pristine condition. Bringing them over, she placed them in front of him with a detailed lists of their specs.
“Local dealership in the city does trade-ins but their lots full for right now. Any used cars that get sent their way are getting dropped onto smaller businesses to make room. Something about needing the inventory space for a hot spring sale. Their loss.” She shrugged. “Your gain though. I’ve got five vehicles for you to choose from. All new parts, new tires, new wiper blades, good AC, sparkling clean interiors, and fresh off the line in terms of body work and paint. None of ‘em have more than 50,000 miles. Practically new, the lot of them. Take a look, let me know if there’s any that catch her eye and I’ll l take ya out to the garage to see them up close.” She offered before backing off to move to the far end of the counter and organize some of the stacks of skateboard wheels that were on display.
It felt somewhat strange. The shop - Wheels to Wheels - was essentially split in half. On one end we’re racks and racks of tires, rims, car equipment, paint colors, tools. The other half of the store had nothing but bike parts, skateboards, roller blades, and scooters on display, as well the necessary tools and accessories for each of the transports respectively. It was neat, organized, and very clean. Rock music filled the store at a low volume, as did the smell of lemon-scented cleaner. The shop and it’s outdoor garage sat on the corner of a desolate strip mall, the rest of the suites empty save for sign holders and letters painted on each of the tinted glass doors. Rentable spaces. It seemed a friendly little place, if a bit lonely. And was it just her here?
