Post by ALYSSA JESSIE MILES on Feb 1, 2015 23:58:41 GMT
It wasn't even the first time Alyssa had woken up in the early hours of the morning on her day off to the panicked voice of her voice. It wasn't the first time she'd answered the call while half asleep, either. Which is why the female mechanic only put up a tiny bit of a fight about coming in to cover someone's shift. Again. The same person she had covered for not even a week ago, she'd like to point out. What was bothering her, though, was the fact once again her babysitter had bailed and she didn't want have to call her new found friend so early. That left her little choice in what to do. She'd already agreed to covering the shift and it isn't as though she could call and tell her boss nevermind. So Alyssa made a choice that she'd made many times before- she'd just bring Miles along with her.
The single mom packed up her son's toys along with a few snacks before she slipped on the ratty and grease stained jeans that fit her like gloves along with a slim black tank top under her work shirt. She knew it wasn't necessarily a mechanic attire but so sue the woman. She was fully aware of what she had to work with and she'd exploit it to the fullest.
After making her way to work and setting up her son to play behind the counter of the shop she walked off to her stall to finish up the car she'd been working on yesterday. A few hours later -long enough that Miles had complained and had to be sent off with one of the workers as they dropped off a tractor just to keep him entertained- Alyssa was finished with the car and was pulling it out of the shop and into the parking lot when she heard her name (a loud "Miles!") being yelled.
"I didn't ding it, I don't care what Mike said!" Her response was automatic as she locked the car, swirling the keys around one finger as she walked back to the desk. A man about her age was standing at the customer line -alone and the only customer actually there- when she walked up to return the keys to their slot. Alyssa looked between her boss and the man curiously, huffing slightly to blow the strands of hair that'd fallen free of her ponytail back. "Right-o... So I'm Alyssa, I'll be fixing your car if that wasn't obvious. Do you know what's wrong with it?"
((Information for the curious... Alyssa is 5 feet and 4 inches tall.))
The single mom packed up her son's toys along with a few snacks before she slipped on the ratty and grease stained jeans that fit her like gloves along with a slim black tank top under her work shirt. She knew it wasn't necessarily a mechanic attire but so sue the woman. She was fully aware of what she had to work with and she'd exploit it to the fullest.
After making her way to work and setting up her son to play behind the counter of the shop she walked off to her stall to finish up the car she'd been working on yesterday. A few hours later -long enough that Miles had complained and had to be sent off with one of the workers as they dropped off a tractor just to keep him entertained- Alyssa was finished with the car and was pulling it out of the shop and into the parking lot when she heard her name (a loud "Miles!") being yelled.
"I didn't ding it, I don't care what Mike said!" Her response was automatic as she locked the car, swirling the keys around one finger as she walked back to the desk. A man about her age was standing at the customer line -alone and the only customer actually there- when she walked up to return the keys to their slot. Alyssa looked between her boss and the man curiously, huffing slightly to blow the strands of hair that'd fallen free of her ponytail back. "Right-o... So I'm Alyssa, I'll be fixing your car if that wasn't obvious. Do you know what's wrong with it?"
((Information for the curious... Alyssa is 5 feet and 4 inches tall.))
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