Motorcycle

I

"Jennie, you're the one who decided not to follow my rules on my bike, so you're taking it to the shop."

My brother asked me to send his motorcycle off to a shop since he was busy, but I didn't want to and I'm pretty sure, all the guys would be confused, I mean...I don't know what I mean, I just don't want to go.

"I don't want to oppa." I grab onto his biceps. "Can't you let it go this time?"

I used my aegyo, I know he won't refuse. My brother stared for a couple of seconds.

"I refuse."

I opened my mouth, but no words came out.

"You're taking it and that's final."

He pulled my hands from his arm and went out the apartment. I huffed and plopped myself down onto the couch, crossing my arms. I let out a loud sigh.

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(Shift in perspective)

"Hello, what can we do for a pretty lady today?"

A man said, he wore a navy blue jumper that was covered in oils, probably from the cars and motorcycles, it looked as if it hasn't been washed in days.

"I just need a," Jennie cut herself off, "I actually don't know what I need, but my brother's bike took a fall and I would like for it to be inspected?"

"Will do, I'll take it in."

The man went outside and took the bike inside, Jennie gave the man the bike's key, went to take a seat and waited.

"It'll take a few minutes to inspect, and we'll give you the details."

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"Lisa, come take a look at this bike, I see few scratches, take a look, see if there's any internal damages."

"Right away sir."

"There's a pretty lady in the front, she's wearing...I forgot, but she's brunette and well...pretty, you'll see, once you're done, go talk to her about the details."

"Yes sir." Her boss have her the key.

Lisa started the bike and it sounded off to her, she bent down and a rusty chain from the bike indicated that it needed to be replaced or at least lubricated, then she went to check the engine and it had a hole on the side. She sighed.

Poor bike, looks like your owner is not taking care of you well enough.

Lisa thought to herself.

She got up and went to the front to give the girl the details about her motorcycle.

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Jennie was on her phone when she heard a feminine voice call out.

"Pretty lady with a broken bike that came in a few minutes ago?"

Jennie looked up from her phone and looked around for anybody else that would fit the description, no one, and she was the only girl in there.

Jennie reluctantly raised her hand.

"Are you looking for me?" She asked.

"Depends," Lisa walked to her, "Are you the pretty lady with a broken bike?"

"Excuse me?"

"That's how my boss described the customer, well since you're the only woman here, excluding myself, pretty lady, I'm at your service." Lisa gave out her award winning smile while resting her hands on her hips.

Literally. Jennie looked back to a desk and up the walls was a picture of Lisa and a plank that said "Best Smile" she laughed softly to herself.

Lisa put her hand out for a shake.

"I'm Lisa."

"Jennie."