[CT] What does your partner make you wait for?
Shake It Up Verse
Kaylee was sifting through old parts at Singer Salvage for John, looking for whatever she could get her little grubby hands on. Embry had told her he needed to leave for a few days but not to worry and that he'd be back soon.
"Tiān xiǎode whatever it is that man is up too," she complained, tossing an old cylinder head behind her to dig toward what looked like an exhaust manifold that would fit the old Jeep in the garage. "He's probably off havin' relations with some other, prettier gal than me."
Bobby held two glasses of the freshly squeezed lemonade she'd brought him, and handed one to her with a sympathetic and amused smile. She was a sweet girl, and hard working but she missed home and he couldn't help but try to make her feel more comfortable. He'd started to pick up a little Mandarin after meeting her.
"Aww, mèimei, I thought you two were just friends," he half-teased. He knew one thing about women, if they liked you they got possessive if you liked them back or not. Kaylee was definitely not an exception.
"Well sure, but I'd like the chance to be the kissin' kind o' friends, you know? This town ain't all that big, and I ain't seen him in the two days he's been away. Where in heck could he be?" She'd softened a little after hearing the familiar tongue and the nickname she'd so badly missed. Bobby just shook his head, unable to give her any kind of answer.
"Maybe he's out killin' some o' the nasties around here," he joked. His woods had tamed down a little bit in the past two nights, but Bobby knew that no one man would make that kind of difference.
"Yeah, well he's gonna come back to one if he don't tell me the truth," she pouted.
"That's okay. Got plenty of land here and my shovel ain't got much use in awhile," he said, winking at her before taking her empty glass back into the house.
Kaylee was sifting through old parts at Singer Salvage for John, looking for whatever she could get her little grubby hands on. Embry had told her he needed to leave for a few days but not to worry and that he'd be back soon.
"Tiān xiǎode whatever it is that man is up too," she complained, tossing an old cylinder head behind her to dig toward what looked like an exhaust manifold that would fit the old Jeep in the garage. "He's probably off havin' relations with some other, prettier gal than me."
Bobby held two glasses of the freshly squeezed lemonade she'd brought him, and handed one to her with a sympathetic and amused smile. She was a sweet girl, and hard working but she missed home and he couldn't help but try to make her feel more comfortable. He'd started to pick up a little Mandarin after meeting her.
"Aww, mèimei, I thought you two were just friends," he half-teased. He knew one thing about women, if they liked you they got possessive if you liked them back or not. Kaylee was definitely not an exception.
"Well sure, but I'd like the chance to be the kissin' kind o' friends, you know? This town ain't all that big, and I ain't seen him in the two days he's been away. Where in heck could he be?" She'd softened a little after hearing the familiar tongue and the nickname she'd so badly missed. Bobby just shook his head, unable to give her any kind of answer.
"Maybe he's out killin' some o' the nasties around here," he joked. His woods had tamed down a little bit in the past two nights, but Bobby knew that no one man would make that kind of difference.
"Yeah, well he's gonna come back to one if he don't tell me the truth," she pouted.
"That's okay. Got plenty of land here and my shovel ain't got much use in awhile," he said, winking at her before taking her empty glass back into the house.