David's Girl

'Just Gotta Try and Keep Up'

"Evening David." I walked up to the counter of the bike shop. I was working at my parttime job for Door Dash, delivering food for the night. This place was one of my weekly delivery spots for I didn't think the guy had a kitchen.

The white-blond man in question smiled, pulling cash from his pocket. Beach Head Motor Bike Shop was the best in Santa Carla, and it was only open after dark. David Powers was the owner and one of the mechanicians there. He lived in the small apartment on the second floor. I knew this for I asked about his commute to work one time. He just smiled and pointed at the black door at the end of the counter.

"Hey Beautiful." He always said to me. I blushed for the only other males who called me beautiful was my dad or uncle. "Do you have to rush off for another delivery or can you sit?" David asked, his blue eyes tinkled in the overhead lights.

"I can sit. Last delivery for me. Let someone else brave the Murder Capital of the World." I laughed with him, grabbing a stool. This was the norm since I started delivering to the bike shop. Sit and chat. David would always get more than he was going to eat so I got a free meal. It was nice. I had not lived for Santa Carla long, just a few months after inheriting my great grandfather's house from my grandmother, Lucy.

"So, your parents still on your case about selling the house and moving back to Los Angeles?" David asked. My parents hated Santa Carla and never wanted any of their kids to come back to the town where they met. My grandmother only gave me the house because I told her I wanted it. I was just coming out of a bad breakup from a five-year relationship and needed to run away.

"Yea, but I am not." I expressed, slurping up noodles. "It is my own place. I finally got all of gramps's critters new homes. Besides, I have been able to finish the series I was writing and just started on a new one. People will say this place is hell, but I love it." I sat the carton of Chinese food on the counter.

"You still have not told me the names of the books you write." David stood up straight. He was in his regular attire. Snug black t-shirt, faded blue jeans, and rounding it off, black motorcycle boots.

"Only because you might not like the subject matter. Could you stomach reading about a pretty thing getting railed by something other than human?" I teased.

"Depends on the creature doing the railing." He smirked. I smiled and rolled my eyes. "Seriously, I will give you a ride on my bike if you tell me the title of one of your books." He fully smiled at me. Just say I melted a bit.

"If you give me a ride, I will bring you a book." I offered a deal to him, tossing my empty carton away.

"Only if it is one of your books." He gave me a pointed look. I nodded, while biting my lip. "Tomorrow, after sunset. The shop will be closed." He tossed his carton away. A call from the shop floor got his attention.

"Why not before?" I asked. I wondered why he worked only at night.

"The sun is killer on my complexion." He laughed.

The next day, after sunset...

I strolled up of the bike shop, checking out my outfit for the hundred time in the windows. Faded blue jeans with a hole at the right knee. A tight black tank top under a red flannel. Paired with my own black motorcycle boots and my lightweight black leather jacket, I was so ready for this ride.

To say I have a bit of a thing for David was an understatement. I found him attractive, funny, and sweet. A bad boy vibe which was my weakness. There were nights that I wanted to ask him if he would like to go out of the date. I usually chicken out or he was called to the shop floor.

David left the front door unlocked so I could just walk in. Locking in the door behind, I noticed the door at the end of the counter opened. Excited, I walked to it. A flight of stairs and bundle of nerves later, I was standing in his apartment. The living area was clean, uncluttered with a black leather couch and a large flat screen tv of the wall. A wide bookcase held different types of books from 'how to' manuals to cheesy romance novels.