Page 3 of Infinity

Darcy

I just knew when I put a foot out of bed this morning it was going to be a bad day. First, I didn’t sleep well. My Dad had a bad night, then I have to get up because I hate to see him in pain, he thinks I don’t hear him cry in the night; but I do. When I did get up eventually, there was no milk in the fridge which means no coffee… could the day get any worse.

It’s Monday, of course it can; and it has… as soon as that cocky arsehole walked into my garage.

He drives his big truck around so I can put it on the computer and test the electrics. Ugh, why do men have big trucks, does it do something for their egos - in fact scratch that, I know it does. He stands there with his hands in his pockets watching me. Obviously, because I’m a woman I can’t do my job – well I’ve got news for him, I’m better than both of those dicks that work here! I’ve never liked being made out to be the fairer sex.

I’ve been in and out of this garage since I was eight years old, my Dad used to bring me in, show me around and taught me the basics of a car. He always said, ‘whether you’re male or female, you should know your spark plug from your headlamp, my lass,’ in his northern accent. By the time I’d reached fifteen, I could do most things, change spark plugs, do an oil change, and pretty much anything that centred around an engine. Of course, now they’re mainly electrical. Give me an old car to work on any day.

I lift my head to see him staring at me, he’s got that cocky grin plastered all over his face again and I want to hit him. I couldn’t believe what he said… ‘little darlin’, sweet thing, I’ll fucking show him sweet thing.

“Soooo, what’s your name sweetheart?” I watch as he rocks back on his heels as he gives me that smirk again, like I’m going to fall for that!

“Why do you want to know?” Looking at him, I raise an eyebrow, sigh then turn my attention back towards the computer. The reading says there’s nothing electrically wrong. “Look, there’s nothing showing up, I’m going to have to keep it for a while and take a proper look.”

“Okay, so are you going to tell me your name or not?” He asks as I watch him pull his phone from his pocket. He types out a message as he asks the question. I study his profile, he’s really good looking… it’s a shame he ruins it when he speaks, now if he could keep his mouth shut.

He’s got light brown hair with a light stubble on his chin, which looks like he hasn’t shaved for a couple of days maybe, he seems fit, a lot taller than me though – although that’s not hard when you’re five feet four.

“How do I know who to ask for if you don’t tell me?” he says with that cheeky grin, he thinks he’s got me.

“You just don’t give up do ya? Well seeing as I’m the only female that works here… I’d say you have no problems. Ring in a couple of hours, I should know whether it’s ready then.”

I pass him a card with the garage name and number on then turn away from him, dismissing him. I go back to his truck and climb up into it – I do mean climb, it’s huge! If he’s still there he’s just had a full view of my arse getting in this stupid oversized monstrosity.

Looking through the rear-view mirror I watch him walk from the garage with a laptop bag, he’s got a very nice view from behind I’ll admit that. ‘No Darcy – stop it! I’ve got enough on my plate.’ He gets into an Audi A5 as I turn back towards the front and turn on the engine.

I work on his truck change his brake pads, filters and give it a once over to make sure there wasn’t anything else wrong.

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“Hey Darcy, you got a call!” Steve, one of the mechanics, shouts to me with the phone still in his hand as he holds it out to me.

“Fucks sake, don’t say my name!” I whisper loudly to him. “Idiot.” I put the phone to my ear and act professional. “Hello, Ambrose Mechanics.”

“Hello, Darcy.”

“Yes, can I help you?” I answer sighing heavily.

“I was wondering if my truck was ready?”

“You can pick up your truck whenever you’re ready.”

“Will you be there when I get there?” I can hear the amusement in his tone, ignoring him I carry on.

“It’s £120 that’s for everything including labour.”

“Okay thanks, I’ll be there in ten minutes.”

Putting the phone down, I narrow my eyes at Steve. “Dickhead.” I walk back to my work area, clean up where I’ve been working and drive his truck out the front. As I’m turning off the engine, I see him pull up in the same Audi A5 but with a blonde driving.

She’s gorgeous too – hang on was he flirting with me when he has a girlfriend? What a wanker! Jumping out of the truck, I walk into the office, grab his invoice and walk out front to meet him.

“There’s your invoice, your keys and a list of things I’ve changed. It was in pretty poor condition considering its age but if you have any problems with it then bring it back. Cash or card?”

He’s staring at me as if I’ve just spoken in a foreign language. Looking into his very pretty, blue eyes, that are like an ocean, way to pretty to be on a man, they’re finished off with long eyelashes… no, he has a girlfriend! I shake myself from my hypnotic state and pretend I wasn’t mesmerised by him. “Hello, did you hear me?” Today has been such a shitty day, maybe I should go home.

“Um, sorry yeah and I’m paying by card.”

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