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'Hypnotize' blasts through the speakers of a radio set sitting on a small work bench, with (Y/N) tapping her foot to the beat from her spot beneath a busted up blue Porsche.
Noah leaned against the hood of the car with a toolbox in hand and a soda in the other, while Reek stood at the side with an irritated glare on his face.
"Come on, baby, show me some..show me some.." the women mumbles softly, and rubs her brows at the heat pulling off of the car. She rolls out from under it, revealing her black, sleeveless vest and dark brown jeans.
Her muscles flexed a bit while she moved, and Reek takes notice of this when Noah helps her up. "That should do it." She grumbles., before looking to Reek and raising a brow when he stares at her.
"I got something on my face, Reek?" She spits out tiredly, but the man only shakes his head and smirks.
"Oh you know..beauty."
He laughs when Noah shoots him a disgusted look, while (Y/N) physically pretends to throw up at the terrible flirting. He ignores their reactions however when he walks to them and points to the car in disbelief.
"This?" He laughs, "This is a complete waste of your skills and my expertise!" He yells, and Noah shrugs his shoulders before handing his friend the half empty soda can. (Y/N) takes it without complaint, and chugs the rest of it before tossing the can to the side and listening when it hits the ground with a loud thud.
"Think it came out pretty good." Noah shrugs, and releases the jack from under it. The car falls to the ground with a 'clank', and (Y/N) smiles a little at it, despite its dusted windows and overall old appearance.
Reek shrugs from her right. "Well, I guess we could call it modern art and..sell it to some cats in SoHo." He nods at the idea, but the two shake their heads and continue to stare at it fondly.
"Nah, we're not selling." (Y/N) scoffs, before going over to Noah while he reaches into a bag. Reek follows her closely and furrows his brows. "Why?" He laughs out, before stammering and taking a step back while they both collect a few more tools and go to set them on a table.
"Is this about the 5-0 thing?" He chuckles nervously, and the two only smile. "No. I told you, I did not ditch you! I was running to give-and-go. I thought you knew the play!" His voice rose hire and hire like a chipmunk being caught in a lie, but neither of them say anything while they push some tools over onto a shelf and continue to ignore him.
"All right, let's say I did ditch you, even though I didn't." Reek begins again. "For your sake-I see your faces!" He holds out his hands as they move around him. "Let's just say I did, I think all the blood, sweat and dead presidents I put into getting these car parts for you make us even Steven!" He finishes his little rant, and all Noah can do is shake his head while he wipes his hand with a rag.
"It's not that." He smiles, and turns to the car. "This car is special." (Y/N) nods along, and with a small smile of her own, she runs her palm across the hood.
Reek watches her handle the car, and he comes up beside her and points down at it. "This car, is a pice of garbage!" He yells at her, and she scoffs. "Look, look, look." Once again he tries his awful attempt at flirting, and Noah watches with crossed arms and a grin. "How 'bout you and me..go down to Tony's Pizza, and we get us some food while we talk about how to sell this car?" He smirks a little, but (Y/N) shakes her head and moves to stand by her friend.
Reek feels his eyes twitch at the rejection. "I bet the joint don't even start!" He grumbles, and pops another candy stick into his mouth before holding out the keys to Noah. The boy looks up at him after rolling his jacket on, and shrugs his shoulders.
"Bet?"
Reek looks down at him in boredom and continues to hold the keys out, but he dosnet take them. (Y/N) leans against the beam beside them, and grins when she looks at the car. "Hey, Mirage!" She calls out, and her eyes divert down to the Autobot symbol laying on the front.
They all watch as the car breaks itself apart before it begins to rise into the air, and the women's chest tightens a bit when she sees the face of the bot form together, and he stretches his arm out before fist pumping the air with a loud holler. "Yeah! Your boy is back!" He laughs loudly, and none of them notice when Reek trips over his feet to back away from him.
"This dude said i wasnet even gonna start!" Mirage mocks him, and looks down to give Noah a fist bump before turning at (Y/N). His grin softened, and he bent down to lean closer to her.
The women sighs out in relief, and brings her hands up to set her palms against his metal cheeks. Mirage leans into them, and he breaths in deep before closing his optics and relaxing his shoulders.
