The 24 year old was more excited than anything as she walked down the busy streets of Manhattan. She had been anticipating for Tuesday this past weekend and even told her sister that she caught a cold and couldn't go into work tonight. Millie smirked to herself as she knew what she was exactly going to be doing.
She turned onto the street that Finn had texted her to go to and soon an auto shop came into view that was down a little ways. The waitress stopped in front of the place and tried to see if she could spot the familiar mop of curls.
Millie began to walk inside of the garage as she heard several employees fixing cars from underneath on their rollers, changing tires, or checking the hood of a vehicle. She finally found an office filled with a few other men who worked here.
She stood at the door frame with her high waisted jeans and a tank top; clearly uncomfortable as the men didn't even notice her yet as they were too focused on their Chinese food and terrible jokes.
Millie cleared her throat and then all eyes were on her. "Um do a-any of you know where Finn is?"
Most of them gave her blank stares, but one middle aged man just eyed her down as if she was his favorite food, but all it did was send shivers down her spine. The girl just stared at the floor and wanted this to be over, but she wasn't going to look underneath every car until she found the man she was really trying to meet. They all thought it was unbelievable that Finn got a girl like her and couldn't wait to give him crap his next shift.
"He's working on a Mercedes at the end to the left," one of them answered.
Millie quietly thanked the random guy and scurried down towards the white Mercedes. She warmly smiled as she saw him rolled under a car and working so hard with his several tools.
The biker casually rolled out from the car and he almost died as he saw the brunette standing over him with her lips curled upwards. "Hello Finn." She greeted sweetly.
"Millie oh my god, what time is it?" He gasped as he shot up from the roller.
"A little past six," she informed him. "You have grease all over your face you clumsy."
He completely ignored her statement. "I told those guys to let me know when it's 15 minutes before six so I would be ready but the—"
"Finn shut up it's fine. I just wanna go get pizza I'm honestly starving."
"Okay let me get cleaned up first."
...
The reckless pair got pizza at this Italian place on one of the street corners since they both didn't feel like going out anywhere fancy. They talked more about themselves about how Finn started to work at the auto shop and how Millie hated her sister so much. The night was filled with laughter and jokes; not one time did she not stop smiling. Although, that feeling between her thighs never went away mainly since she didn't relieve herself from what happened on Sunday night.
They took a walk in Central Park while they had their ice cream cones and the night felt endless. The stars were blazing above them as a slight breeze blew through the city.
"But you don't understand!" She laughed. "My sister always stole the guys I liked."
"So that explains why you haven't slept with anyone before." Finn playfully concluded before he licked his chocolate ice cream.
Millie shook her head frantically and giggled. "No, not exactly. I just hadn't trusted anyone enough."
"And letting a random stranger into your apartment to fuck you is very trustful?" He sarcastically muttered with a lighthearted tone.
