Recover

Chapter Sixteen

    Why don't we put a design on Jake's manly car? How about a unicorn or maybe a bright pink flower? Wonder what he would do if he saw that I had put a kitten on his car; I start to crack up just thinking about the guy's reaction. He would throw the hissy fit of the century and I would just laugh. That would be hilarious!

     But sadly I like my job so quickly the evil little idea gets sent to the back of my mind. I grab the tan spray paint tape and cover the windows, tires, and all other areas that he doesn't want colored. Scanning over the car I find all of the rough spots and sand them with 300 grit sand paper. The left over debris get cleaned up and I grab the spray paint gun full of primer. I spray on light coats, letting them dry so we'll have an even layer of paint later.

     Checking my watch I see that the car kept me busy for a few hours. Ethan, the twat who never shows up, can finish the rest of the job in the next two days. Retracing my steps from earlier, I head into the customer waiting section. The cool AC hits my face and I grab the blue phone hanging from the wall, my finger trails down the white list hanging next to it. Scrolling through the customer names and numbers I finally find Jake's. The beeps coming from the phone seem to go on for ages before he answers.

     "Hello?" Jake's voice fills the phone. His voice is rushed and his breath heavy; probably ran to the phone.

     "Hello, this is a progress call from BB's Garage. Your car will take another two days to be completed.” I flip through Jake’s information sheet till I find what I'm looking for. “Do you have a pen and something to write on?" He leaves the phone for a second and I can just barely hear him rummaging through things in the background. "Here is your pick up number that you'll need to use in a few days in order to receive your car, 8409-55SH. Did you get it?"

     "8409-55SH, yeah I got it. Hey uh Gen?" His question is just over a curious whisper.

     Oh jeez, what does he want? Whenever someone starts to talk like that nothing good is bound to follow. "Yes Jake?"

     "Would you want to go out on Saturday?" My palms start to get clammy and a small burst of heat rushes to my cheeks. Slowly I exhale. I mean I really want to go out on another date, but it feels a little too soon. Oh gosh what do I say? I get choked up and my voice seems to not to want to work for some reason. What is wrong with me? It’s like I can’t even think straight anymore. Damn him.

     "Jake this phone is for notifying customers with their order; not for arranging dates." Taking the phone away from my ear I place my mouth near the speaker. “I’ll call you back later.” And with that I put the phone back on the hook, hear the click of the plastic and let out a sigh of relief.

     Shaking my head I start to wonder again what was wrong with me; we talk about business and I'm fine. Then he asks me out on another date and I can't talk. Running my hand through my hair I walk out of the room and head silently over to Miles and Dakota. I step towards their backs; steadily I bring my hand to Dakota's left side and my other to Miles' right. With a hard squeeze they squeal and jump up; hitting the top cover of the car they were working on. I bend over laughing, “Oh my God, you idiots. Ha.”

     Rubbing their heads they say, “Owww” in unison. When they stop they stare at each other for a brief second, already knowing what the other was thinking. In a split second their arms snap out in front of them in a futile attempt to get me.

     Quickly I jog away and stick my tongue out, "I said I'd get you back!"

     When I reach my office I lock the door so the devils can’t get to me. My fingers trail along the corner of my desk till they feel the smooth handle of my office phone. Typing his number in on the dial pad, I wait for him to pick up.