Beauty And Her Beast

3 - The Revival of Lola

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Chapter Three - The Revival of Lola

Fixing the car was easy but it would have gone by swifter if it hadn't begun to rain as soon as Danny and Ray reached the car. Ray didn't mind the rain but he didn't want his only leather jacket getting wet, nor did he want Danny soaked. So, after handing her his jacket and phone, both Danny and Aubree retreated to the dry safety of Lola. It was pouring now and the pitter patter of rain hitting the roof echoed through the small car.

Danny was worried about Ray getting so wet and possibly sick all for a car he wasn't even being paid to fix, but she couldn't help but be grateful for the chance to breath properly again.

The man was stifling.

Of course though, just as she anticipated, the comforting silence didn't last long.

"That is not Kyle," Aubree stated, craning her neck in a desperate attempt to get a better view of him around the hood. Danny couldn't help but smile.

"I know. Kyle was busy so he came instead. I don't know if he's actually a mechanic though."

"With looks like that I don't think it really matters," Aubree mumbled, probably unaware she had even said it out loud. "Well," she spoke up again and Danny knew she was talking to her purposely this time. "Lets hope he doesn't mess up my car."

"You mean more than it already is?"

"Listen bitch-"

Danny laughed loudly as Aubree's cheeks puffed, ready to defend Lola. The conversation lulled into a comfortable silence and while Aubree got lost in the glowing screen of her phone, Danny's attention drew towards the jacket in her hand. She ran her thumb across the smooth fabric and folded it over her legs. The jacket was worn and smelled strongly of his after shave mixed with the musky scent of cigarettes. To Danny the jacket looked huge but she'd seen him in it and knew it fit him well. For the life of her she couldn't figure out why she had such an urge to be so cliche but she couldn't help but want to try it on. If he didn't even want it getting wet clearly it meant something to him.

She imagined it would be nice to be wrapped in it. Maybe just as nice as it would being wrapped in his arms....

"Whats his name?" Aubree asked, snatching Danny back to the present and the car they were in.

"Um, I'm not sure. He was with a few friends and I think one of them may have called him Charlie," Danny said with a shrug. There was a clanging sound from outside the car and Danny looked through the windshield. Most of the hood covered him from the girls' view but he was tall and she could see the top of his body when he stood up straight. His bronze hair was thick and dark on his head and he lifted a hand and combed his fingers through the wet mane, pushing it out of his face. The muscles in his bicep clenched and unclenched at the slight movement and it didn't go unnoticed by Aubree or Danny. His eyes found the girls over the hood for a brief moment before he leaned forward, disappearing completely from their sight.

"I've never cheated on Brandon before," Aubree blurted and Danny's head snapped in her direction as she tried to hold back her laughter. It sounded like the girl was confessing in church or something.

"And why are you telling me this?"

"I'm not, I reminding myself how good I've been and how good I need to continue to be. He's just so....wet." Aubree looked like she was drooling now and, even though Danny was laughing, she couldn't blame the other girl at all.

Danny was convinced that even blind women would stop to stare at Ray if he were to walk by.

The hood slammed shut and Ray wiped his hands on his jeans before walking around to the passenger side of the car. Danny rolled the window down for him and he gripped the sill and leaned forward. He was close enough now that Danny could see every microscopic detail of his face. His eyes were dark and danced between the boundaries of the colors blue and green, his lips full and a nude pink, and his jaw structure was immaculate. Water dripped from lips, chin, and eyelashes and Danny watched, completely focused as she followed the trail from the corner of his head past his eyes, up and over his lips, under his chin, and down his neck until it disappeared beneath the collar of his shirt.