The City Of Misfits

5

(AN~mikes auto shop above)

"Hey," Mila woke me, "I'm going to get my car checked, you want to come?"

I stretched my arms and nodded my head while sitting up. Today, Mila and I worked the same shift again so she was planning on driving me there in her car after she got the oil changed. Together we got ready and headed out to her car.

"Can you please change the song?" I asked as Mila danced to the dubstep playing from the radio.

She waved the arm that wasn't on the steering wheel in an attempt to dance. "What? Do you have something against dubstep?"

"Not at all," I laughed as I reached over to change the station.

Mila reached out and slapped my arm before I could even touch it. "No, I'm in the middle of jamming."

I looked over at her 'jamming' and put my hands up I defense. "Sorry," I choked out in a laugh.

My eyes stayed on her while I continued to laugh. She looked absolutely ridiculous. Mila scoffed with a smile, "What are you laughing at?"

"Your dance moves are a little rusty," I shot back a laugh while shrugging my shoulders.

"You think you can do any better," she questioned.

"Oh no, I don't dance."

Mila just looked over at me and smiled, "If you dance to the rest of this song, I'll let you change the station."

"As great as that sounds, I will not take you up on that offer," I said as we pulled up to an automobile shop right off Goldberg Road.

It wasn't as run down at the other buildings on this road. The front of the building had two open garages and Mila pulled into the left one. It was a large open garage that could fit multiple vehicles in it at a time. My eyes wondered around the passenger window and fell onto some men wearing the same black shirt that read 'Mike's Autofix.'

Mila was the first out of the car and I followed after her. She gave a friendly smile to one of the guys as she walked over. "Hey, I scheduled an oil change last night."

One of the guys walked over to a counter in the corner and grabbed a piece of paper. "Name?" he asked.

"Mila," she informed as the guy looked over the paper. When the guy nodded, Mila gave a small thanks and grabbed my hand. She pulled me over to the door that lead inside to the waiting area. Inside the waiting area, there was a couple of vending machines and the bathrooms were in the corner. Chairs lined the walls and tables filled in the open space.

Mila flipped her brown hair over her shoulder and then headed to go sit down on one of the chairs. "Do you want something from the vending machine?"

"I didn't bring any money."

A small grin spread on her face, "Luckily, I did." She pulled out two dollars from her back pocket and put in my hand. "Get me some Ritz crackers while you're at it," she said as she looked down at her phone.

Standing up, I walked over to the two vending machines that were near the bathrooms. Looking at the options, I decided that I would get a bag of skittles as well as the Ritz crackers for Mila. It was a dollar for each item and I slide the money into the machine. I waited a second to see if it would take it and thankfully it did. Typing in the number for the Ritz crackers, I watched it fall from the top of the machine to the bottom. Next, I put in the number for my skittles. It didn't fall. The bag of skittles got caught on the edge.

"You have to be freaking kidding me," I mumbled under my breath. I hit the machine trying to make it fall. It wouldn't budge from it spot.

"Skittles?" a male voice said from behind me, it was unexpected and I swung around to face the owner of the voice. The guy was taller than me by about a foot. He ran a hand through his raven black hair. Even though he seemed to be my age, he was wearing a 'Mikes Autofix' shirt that indicated that he works here. He was actually quite attractive.