Page 6 of Infinity

I’m driving past the garage as an idea hits me. I head towards the nearest side street, swing the truck around and pull on the front. I jump out to see if can see her but she’s nowhere to be seen.

Seeing the young kid that works there I walk towards him.

“Hey bud is Darcy around today?”

“She’s busy, can I help?” he lifts his chin as he asks me.

“No thanks, I could really do with seeing Darcy to be honest.”

Scowling at me he says, “Wait here, I’ll go see.”

“Thanks pal.” I look at my watch and see it’s only just past eleven. I slide my hands into my pockets, turn towards the street and watch people milling about, rushing around, then wait to see if the pretty mechanic will come out to see me.

DARCY

Sitting at the desk in the office with a cup of coffee, I decide it’s time to go over the books. Business isn’t too good at the moment. I don’t say anything though – I’ll sort it. I try to keep Dad involved in the day to day running of it all but some days he doesn’t want to know. I can’t run a business like this, I need to get these figures sorted out so as I know what I’m dealing with.

I love my Dad so much, but it’s also hard with his depression because no matter how much he tries to tell me he wants to help and that he’s fine – I know he’s lost in his own head and then things get missed.

The guys here aren’t good with figures either, one has been here since my Dad opened the garage fifteen years ago. Then there’s Steve, he’s been here about five years now, he’s a little older than me. I love these guys, they help me with the running of the garage the best they can but this side of things – I’m on my own.

An hour later, I still can’t get my head around these figures. I plant my elbows on the desk, and rub my eyes as I drag my hands down my face until I hear a knock on the door.

I look through the gaps in my fingers as I see Steve open the door.

“What’s up?” I ask him, my voice muffled.

“There’s someone asking for you out front.”

“I’m not expecting anyone, who is it?” shaking my head as I ask him.

“He didn’t give me his name!” Steve says as he walks away from the office.

He? For fucks sake, I need to go and look now.

I make my way through the workshop until I can see out through the opened shutters – I see his truck before I see him. Great that’s all I need today!

I wander out to the front slowly his back is facing me and as much as I don’t like cocky men I can appreciate a nice arse. Staring for a little too long at his backside I speak up,

“What’s wrong with it this time?”

Spinning around to face me he grins at me. He clears his throat and looks towards the floor, he seems a little nervous to me – this could be interesting.

As he looks up though that cocky mask takes over again. “Ah, I love seeing that smile.”

Annnd there he is. Rolling my eyes at his comment, I purse my lips at him and wait for him to carry on. “I think there’s something wrong with the exhaust.”

“Really? It sounded okay to me the other day?” Looking him in the eye I smirk at him slightly.

“Well maybe it’s something that’s started today and it obviously requires your expertise.”

“Ohhh, right then. Well, pull into the garage then and I’ll get one of the lads to have a look at it.”

“Um, can’t you do it?”

“Wow, did I impress you that much the other day?”

“Well I was hoping to get to see you bend over the bonnet again....” he closes his eyes tightly and cringes at his own comment. Completely dismissing what he said, I turn and begin to walk away then shout over my shoulder,

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