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as she pushed down the gas pedal some more, following the loose road instructions she had been given to the mechanic.
     
                  “Alright, baby love. I think this might be it.” She said to Nova, babbling away in the back seat of the car as she turned into a large parking lot filled with cars either missing entire engines, or hiked up on stilts for some underground work.”Must be it. Who else would have this many cars parked outside.” She said out loud, speaking to Nova as if she was part of the car related conversation. She put her car in park, lifted out Nova in the car seat and flung it over her lower arm as she had done so many times before, heading towards the two large opened doors, leading into a building the size of a smaller plane hangar.
                  “Hello!” She called out and heard her own voice echo off the walls in the large hall, which was filled with even more cars, and endless walls of unknown tools. No response came back from her call.
                  “Hello, is it anybody here?” She tried again. Suddenly shuffling was heard from a few cars down, and two long dirty legs came rolling out from beneath one of the cars on a creeper. Long jeans clad legs, a hint of a tauntingly fit belly peeking out between the waist band of his pants and his blue t-shirt. Standing up, facing away from her, placing a few tools on the hood of the car, the tall man slowly turned in her direction. “Yeah, what can I help you with?”
                  Their eyes locked, and during those few seconds it seemed as if time stood still.
                  “Hey, you’re the girl from the parking lot at Harold’s yesterday. Am I right?” He said, as a matter of factly, wiping off his grimy hands with a white fabric cloth immediately turning dark brown.
                  “Yes, I am.” She answered, holding Nova’s car seat even tighter to her body. He had looked cute yesterday, but with some work sweat going over his vigorous body, his hair a bit messy, and a few days long stubble across his face, he looked absolutely gorgeous today. She suddenly felt a slight blush coming over her face, and she instantly looked down at her feet as if rubbing away some imaginary dust underneath her boots.
                  “So, what brings you here?” He said calmly, throwing the dirty cloth away into a pile of others around the corner of the car, and walked over to wash his hands on the sink sitting on the wall.
                  “I’m… uhm… my car.” She wouldn’t let him see her blush, even though it was quite remarkable in color. At the same time she couldn’t even finish a simple sentence knowing the smirky smile he was sporting must have come from noticing her embarrassment.
                  “Yeah, you probably came for your car. What’s wrong with it? It looked good from what I could see at the parking lot, you know, before you told me off.” Damn it, she wished he didn’t remember that, but who wouldn’t. She had to learn to keep her mouth shut sometimes, otherwise these situations would just keep repeating themselves.
                  “Well, the car is running great, it’s just the a…. the a… you know the light?” God, she sounded like an imbecile. The light . She kept repeating to herself, as she turned around with Nova still in her seat on her arm and walked out to her parked vehicle outside the large hangar doors. She couldn’t look at him, and needed an excuse to walk away and cool down her burning skin until she could face him again.
                  As soon as she reached her car, and put down Nova’s seat on the ground, she heard a few heavy footsteps behind her, and suddenly he was standing right next to the hood of the car.
                  “You mean this light?” He said, with a smile, and with one hand in his pocket his other pointed at her left