"I'M willing to learn from you." My words echo against the hulls of broken cars. It crawls beneath the clank of metal. Expands until the world bleeds into silence.
Doc straightens, one hand still gripping the car he's repairing. A wrench sits expertly in his oil-stained palm. The navy overalls are, I'm noticing, a staple part of his wardrobe. Steel-toed boots complete a look that I wouldn't be caught dead in.
Doc says nothing as he studies me. A beat of quiet.
Two.
Black eyes pin me in place and narrow slightly. Suspicion? Disdain?
It's hard to say.
I leave my hands at my sides in a classic show of surrender. The mechanic wins this round.
For now, I'm stuck here.
It's not like I didn't try my hardest to get out of this. I spent the weekend tracking Fuentes down. Turns out, Fuentes left the city to visit family. I'm sure that was a calculated move. He's dodging me. The little prick.
