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SOL on Mar 16, 2018 1:16:12 GMT
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Once they were both in the truck, Emmett started the engine and started back for the garage. Part of her expected the woman to stay quiet much like she had on the drive there, but it seemed she was already more chatty after getting the apparent good news that her car needed a couple hundred dollars in repairs.
Her nose scrunched up, thinking back on the time frame of when she graduated and moved herself back to Oregon. "Just about six years now." Emmett settled on with a nod. It still seemed like just a few months ago, but time flew quickly. "What do you do?"
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SOL on Mar 16, 2018 1:29:15 GMT
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Oct 11, 2018 13:57:37 GMT
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can't stop the feeling
i got that sunshine in my pocket
Surprise lit the redhead's features and she whistled. Lena was by no means a homebody. She was aware that Stagfort wasn't small but to actually not come across Emmett sooner was quite alarming for her. "I've been driving here practically every day for the past three years." She stated with a small shake of the head.
The question brought a chuckle out of the redhead and she turned to the blonde with a grin. "Occupation or career?" She asked. Because there was definitely a difference between them.
got that good soul in my feet
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SOL on Mar 16, 2018 12:04:48 GMT
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Emmett's eyebrows rose with hearing that the woman drove past her shop practically every day. But really, it wasn't that surprising. Stagfort was growing, and there was more than one mechanic in town. Her fingers drummed against the stick shift of the tow truck idly, eyes keeping forward. She could already see the shop down the road.
"Both, I guess." Emmett laughed a little, not really seeing the difference from her own perspective. Though that was coming from someone who lived and breathed oil and grease.
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SOL on Mar 23, 2018 13:20:22 GMT
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Oct 11, 2018 13:57:37 GMT
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can't stop the feeling
i got that sunshine in my pocket
"I think I've just been living in small areas where everyone knew everyone so being Stagfort is a bit of a departure from my norm." Lena explained with a chuckle. And the fact that Lena had pretty much isolated herself to only a few places, being loyal to just one shop for her different needs, she supposed it wasn't that much of a surprise.
She laughed along with Emmett, realising that not everyone had the same perspective on the distinctions. "Well, my occupation is dance instructor at the community center. Every day job. My career is a dancer. At this club called The Green Fairy. Maybe you've heard of it?" She asked.
got that good soul in my feet
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SOL on Apr 1, 2018 12:32:04 GMT
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Emmett hummed in response to the woman's answer. Really, they seemed so intertwined as they were, but this was coming from someone whose exceptional coordination and balance translated into just about everything but moving gracefully to a beat. Of course, she could dance and have fun, but nowhere near in a practiced routine. To each their own though.
The Green Fairy. Emmett was sure she'd remember a name like that, but it came across as unfamiliar to the blonde. She spared a glance over to the redhead. "Nope, 'fraid not. Is it local?"
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SOL on Apr 1, 2018 13:17:37 GMT
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Oct 11, 2018 13:57:37 GMT
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can't stop the feeling
i got that sunshine in my pocket
Lena nodded as she propped her elbow against the windowsill and resting her head in her hand. "Yeah, I've got a flyer with me somewhere. Always looking for new clientele." She put her bag between her legs and rummaged through with one hand, producing it and shaking it in the air. "I'll just put it here whenever you wanna come over." She grinned and looked back out the road.
"You do like watching half naked girls dancing and supporting local talent, yes?" She asked as her grin turned a little cheeky.
It had to be asked. Although to be fair, she'd sprung it on her best friend and she'd loved it. The thought of her best friend dampened her mood a little and Lena's grin slipped a little. She missed Natalie.
got that good soul in my feet
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SOL on Apr 5, 2018 12:57:08 GMT
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What was meant to be a quick ride back to the shop quickly turned into an advertisement, offered with such fluidity that Emmett almost thought that the woman purposefully planned her car breaking down just to hand out that flyer. It pulled a laugh out of the mechanic as she glanced at the flyer. It was an interesting sell, that was for sure. Her gaze turned back to the road as she saw the familiar driveway of her garage, and she pulled into it before putting the truck into park.
Briefly, she thought to say she didn't understand the idea of watching women undress themselves when she could easily go into a bar find one to bring home, but there was a quick reminder to herself that she was working - and she had to remain at least a little professional, even if she was the boss of her own business.
So instead, she gave a little hum in response. "We're here." She replied, opening the door and hoping outside to start lowering the car off the tow. "You can hang out here as long as you need for your friend to come by."
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