When one of her fellow mechanics had returned to him to inform him that Zahra was busy, and didn’t want to visit with anyone at the moment; Lincoln was hardly surprised. In fact, it was as he had expected. As he was told to come back later, he simply pressed his lips into a tight formed smile and nodded. Only, he had no real intention of leaving. Instead, he decided he’d simply wait. She was going to have to come out sooner or later. When she finally had, he mimicked the same tight form smile, as he took a small step towards her, a simple shrug of his shoulders following. “What can I say? I’m a bold individual.” He stated, the fact should have been rather obvious at this point. “And mark up this disgustingly pretty face? Sounds like a crime against humanity right there, Zahra.” He joked, as he took another step, followed by one more. “I don’t actually expect it to that easy, because I know that I’ve sucked this last week.” Understatement. They both knew that. More so when he was trying to show her that he wasn’t like the rest, and then processed to be like the rest. “Its been a bad week, and I know I should’ve given you more then a half assed text, but –” But what? Truth was, he truly didn’t wanna talk about it, there was apart of him that was usually not up for discussion. Nor did he ever go out of his way to make it so.
Another step, closing the distance between them, and quiet possibly opening the line for the slap she had mentioned. “I don’t expect you to forgive me right now, or to even really care to listen. If I were you, I probably wouldn’t either.” He said, as he now stood mere inches from her. Brown hues staring down at her, the realization of just how much he had actually missed having her around the last week consumed him. He liked Zahra, there had been something about her that had stuck with him, and he couldn’t seem to shake that. Nor did he care to. “I would like to remind you that I don’t always suck. And despite what I’ve shown this last week, I don’t wanna shell out a bunch of excuses. Personally, I don’t ever see the point in that.” This he truly did believe. In fact, he believed in taking ownership of his actions, no matter how good, or bad, the reason was. “If you don’t wanna talk to me right now, that’s fine. I’m sure you’re exhausted, and would like to go home. But I can’t promise I won’t be out here everyday until you agree to speak to me.” He stated, “Perks of being the boss of that little office job. I can make my own schedule when I feel necessary.” With much thought, or truly any regard to his own safety it’d seem, he’d proceed to tug a strand of lose hair that strayed out behind her ear. “But – if you feel the need to slap and yell, I’ve got some time for that as well.”
His joke was met with nothing but silence from the woman as she remained there with a straight face despite the need to shake her head which was resisted. Her main focus was staring at her boots as muttered, “The fact that I’m even letting you talk to me is a crime against humanity.” She didn’t mean it. Not one bit. She was simply upset and so came the blunt comments she tried to avoid. The woman had been so focused on looking elsewhere that when she looked towards Lincoln again, he was stood significantly closer to her which made her jump slightly as her eyes traveled up towards the tall mans face. "Well this is just fucking unfair. You’re like seven feet tall and I’m a midget,” she mumbled to herself even if it was loud enough to be heard by him as well. Zahra had half a mind to go searching for a step stool so they could be equal but remained stood there, hands slipping into the back pockets of her jeans. The fact that he was retaining her attention, however, said quite a lot about the level of interest she actually had in the man.
“S’nice to know you’re not delirious,” she commented dryly, body slowly rocking from one side to the next as she just looked up at him with her jaw slightly clenched. Eye contact was a daunting thing in these situations but they do say eyes are the window to the soul and hers screamed disappointment. Listening quietly, the woman found her eyes breaking contact the more he spoke and travelling away from the man in general towards a random light post. “With the amount of times you’ve said you suck, I think it’s---” she cut herself off, eyes narrowing slightly at the mention of him coming back until she’d listen which made her gaze turn back to him, “--You’ve got to be fucking kidding me! You... you can’t do that! You can’t just expect something simply ‘cause you stand outside where I work, that’s not fair!” Zahra let out a noise of pure frustration as she felt her face turn to one of anger once again. Upon feeling the tug of hair, Zahra didn’t even hear him as her arm reacted and swung as her hand made contact with his cheek with a loud clap. A bit harder than she’d wanted to considering her hand was now stinging from impact as she brought it to her chest.
“You’re insufferable! I thought you were supposed to be fucking smart when all you are is nothing but an idiot! Which is something I don’t need in my life ‘cause it ain’t exactly put together as it is but for some sick and twisted reason, I like being around you.” There was a pause as she frowned slightly, massaging her stinging hand with her free one. But Zahra knew that if he showed up every day until she spoke to him, her co-workers wouldn’t leave her alone until she did it. They were annoying as it was knowing she was even talking to him in general. “You get one hour. To explain or show me why you’re not trash or whatever. One hour. No more.”