In which a mechanic who's always dreamed of driving her own car, sneaks into an illegal racing club, only to be caught by their #1 driver. ★ ☆
「 ROMCOM • DRAMA • ACTION 」
- SET IN WESTSIDE L.A, 2006. 🏁
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Beaming rays invade our garage as I spend the sunny morning getting a head start on a customer's busted Ford, keeping up my comfy fashion of a rolled-up white vest, tracksuit bottoms and Nike's.
Since I wasn't too drunk last night, I was able to wake up early and immediately get to work in Dad and I's garage. Fixing ordinary cars suddenly doesn't seem so bad... Not since I started avoiding Gatti anyway.
...I'm still mad at JK. Furious, even. It just wouldn't be right for me to go back there and risk my safety again after what he did... Maybe I was tipsy, and I doubt I'll drink like that again, but I don't regret the things I said. I finally got to express how I felt.
"Shego?" Dad enters, lowering his toolbox as he watches me in confusion.
"You're usually at Gatti around now. What are you doing here?"
"Just... Clearing my head." I fail to force a jolly tone.
Dad tosses a rag over his shoulder and pulls a stool beside me before nudging my arm.
"Not the sulky face... How many times do I have to tell you that you can tell your old man anything, hm?" He smiles, "Talk to me."
With a heavy frown, I sigh and stop what I'm doing.
