The Road to....Somewhere???

Who Knows What I Will Learn Today

Okay, so, I know the last chapter was kind of boring, but I had to get an explanation of the house and the way Ashley lives, out there. I am also ending that night there. I didn't want to end it that way, but I am just way to tired of writing about that one night. I want the story to begin to grow. I will probably have more boring chapters, so please just bear with me. I can be a boring person, and I ramble, as I guess you can see. So, anyways,.....

 Ashley's p.o.v.

It's been a week since the night of the party.

After the movie, in which we both tried to hide our tears, Logan decided it was time for her to head home. As much as I didn't want her to go, I knew it was for the best. There was so much tension, (sexual, I think, but I don't really have much experience in that field), that I knew if she stayed, things would probably go further than I was ready for. We exchanged numbers, and I walked her to her car. We shared a hug, and she kissed my cheek. I found this to be very sweet. 

We have been texting since then, getting to know one another a little better. I found her favorite color is green, while mine is orange. We both share in the love of any kind of movie, though horror being our favorite. We also have the same taste in music. The more we talk, the more I find we have in common. The things that we do disagree on, only seem to enhance our friendship.

It's 7 a.m.,  Monday morning, and I am on my way to the auto shop, when my phone goes off. I have a text.

L-Hey there. I just wanted to tell you to have a nice day. On my way to work. Maybe we could do lunch today, if you're free. Just let me know. 

 As I pull up to the shop, I send Logan a text back.

A-That would be great. Just tell me when and where, and I will be there. :)

I put my phone up, get out of the truck, and go inside. 

"Hey boss. How's it going this morning? How was your weekend?" Dylan asks. Dylan is the girl that runs the office for me. She takes the payments, sets up appointments, the usual office stuff.

"My morning has started off very well, and my weekend was great. How about you?" I ask.

"I really didn't do much this weekend. Me and Kevin just stayed inside most of the time, watching movies. Just one of them lazy weekends, ya know."  I tell her that's nice, and head to my office. My office is a clusterfudge of everything to do with the shop. I hate the clutter, and mess, but I never seem to have time to clean it up. There is always some crisis happening in the shop that I must attend to. Lately I have been rethinking my choice of shop manager. I hear a light tap on the door. I call for the knocker to enter. It is Corey, my shop manager.

"Hey boss. You got a second?" He asks me nervously. Great, another problem, first thing in the morning.

"Of course. What's up?" 

"Well, Mr. Jensen's car is not ready, and he is pretty pissed. He has called this morning with some choice words for us."

"Why isn't it ready? We have had it for three weeks."

"Well, Inteva has the part on back order, and they don't know when they will be getting it in. I have called every day, asking about it."

"Ok, well, Inteva has it back ordered. Are they really the only company we can get this part from? You couldn't find it anywhere else?' I ask, my voice rising in anger. I am just so tired of stuff like this happening. I know if it doesn't stop, my business will begin to hurt.

"Well, I guess I could try other places. I didn't think it about. I'm sorry." Corey hangs his head, knowing he messed up, again.

"Fix it. Fix it today. If you don't think you can fix it today, let me know. I will fix it."

"No, I'll do it. I promise. I will have it figured out by lunch." He says with confidence.

"Good. Now get on it." I dismiss him, and sit down at my desk. I begin going over paperwork that I let slide Friday, when I was so worried about the party. Thinking about the party, I am once again sidetracked from my work. I have made my way, for the hundredth time, to the way Logan smelled, when I am interupted by my phone. I can't contain my smile as I read the text.

L-Sorry it took so long to text back. Got hit with a bunch of crap when I walked in the door. So, why don't you come pick me up about 12, and we can figure it out from there. What do you think?

I look at the clock, finding it to be 9:18. Dang, 12 is so far away, but I guess I can be strong.

A-Sounds good to me. I will even give front door service. See you then. 

Ok, now, back to my work. 15 minutes later, my intercom interrupts me. 

"Mr. Jensen is on line two. He wants to speak with you." Dylan says.

"OK. Put him through." Great. I hate dealing with unhappy customers. I spend an hour on the phone with this man, trying to reassure him. While on the phone with him, I find out that Corey has found the part, and is on his way to pick it up. I tell Mr. Jensen that the car will be ready tomorrow, and I am taking 15% off his bill. This seems to satisfy him.

For the next hour, I have no more interruptions, and I finish my backlog of work. At 11:30, I decide to head out for my lunch date.

"I will be back later. Whenever you get ready for lunch, just holler at one of the guys to come watch for you." I tell Dylan, as I am walking out the door. It is very rare for me to go to lunch. We usually just all get something and eat at the shop. I didn't feel like answering any questions just yet. I'm not even sure if I would know how.

I make the 15 minute drive to Wal-Mart, expecting to have to wait. I am usually early to everything. Punctuality is a big pet peave with me. I hate the excuse that someone got caught in traffic. Leave early, and take traffic into consideration. Anyways, as I make a pass in front of the building, I see Logan standing out in front of the far doors. I get a huge grin on my face. Beautiful and punctual. I'm liking this girl more and more. I pull up to where she is standing, and she climbs in. My truck, a 2012 Dodge Ram, isn't exactly jacked up, but it is higher than a car. I find she handles it with ease, which makes me smile even bigger. She looks at me, and I suddenly realize I have this stupid, shit eating grin on my face. As I realize this, and I'm sure she does to, I blush, and turn my head.

"Hey there. Happy to see me?" She asks, chuckling. This causes me to be even more embarrassed. I have never been around someone that made me so nervous.  I can't even answer her. "I was just kidding. Please don't be mad at me. I promise, I am as happy to see you, as you are to see me." She says gently, putting her hand on my arm.

I turn to her, finally in a little bit of control.

"Really?"

"Yes, really. Now, I was under the impression you were gonna feed this girl." She says, breaking the tension between us. She seems to be really good at this. 

"Yes ma'am. Any ideas on what you would like?" I ask, driving away from the store.

"I want Mexican." I like when someone knows what they want, and isn't afraid to voice it. I hate when people are complacent.

"Mexican it is." I tell her.

I'm glad I will be getting to know her better.

Who knows what I will learn today.