“I was just trying to be myself You go your way I’ll meet you in hell It’s all these secrets that I shouldn’t tell I’ve got to run away It’s hypocritical of you Do as you say not as you do I’ll never be your perfect girl I’ve got to run aw-”
Kayt slammed her hand down on power button of her bluetooth radio that was just under the car enough for her to do so. “I fucking hate that song,” she growled under her breath. Breath that smelled faintly of liquor and hops mixed together. The buzz was hitting her and she knew she probably shouldn’t be working on anything. She pushed herself out from under the car she was inspecting- face dotted with sweat, and tanktop dotted with grease. Damn AC still wasn’t working properly. Maybe the English could work that way, but it drove Kayt up a wall.
“At least the shop’s come along, right girl?” she asked Fluke. The black shepherd mix yipped and wagged her tail. Kayt huffed and put her head on her bent knees, she was loving this place, she really was, but panic was starting to fill her. “Did you hear about that super friendly mechanic right outside of town? Be careful, he may steal business.” One of her customers had warned her. She was confident in her abilities, but also in the abilities of the only person she ever shared a garage with who wasn’t her grandpa. But, there was no way he had found her. “Fuck me, man.” She groaned, her chest feeling tight. She stood and walked towards one of the shop counters to grab up her beer. “This place is going to do well, Fluke.” Had to stay positive as much as she felt she had to stay buzzed.