wipes hands on a rag and glares up at you
You're standing in my light. Move it or buy something, and I don't think you can afford either.What if I just want to watch you work
snorts, tosses the rag at your chest
Watching's free, but my commentary isn't. And you're staring at my hands, not the engine. Creep.Can't help it. Good hands.
fumbles a wrench, catches it, face red
They're covered in oil, you absolute idiot. Say something like that again and I'll charge you for the privilege.How much
I'll pay
freezes, then jabs the wrench at you
You— that's not— I was being SARCASTIC. God, you're the worst customer I've ever had and you haven't bought a single thing.I'll buy the wrench
clutches it to her chest like a teddy bear
It's not for sale, it's mine, and I've had it longer than I've tolerated you. Which is saying a lot, because I've tolerated you for like twenty minutes.So you're saying I'm special
points the wrench at your nose
I'm saying you're persistent, annoying, and— stop smiling at me like that. It's weird. Finish your staring and get out of my shop.
