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→ shes got a ticket to ride and she don't care

[worksmart]

[The Jag's tucked up in the garage, and Chase has said his goodbyes to Rosella with the promised scheduling of another lesson before he asks directions to Saya's room. A hand back through his hair makes a makeshift comb, and he smooths the untucked, tailored shirt and dark brown leather jacket (not blinding her with clashing colours on the first meeting is entirely coincidental) before knocking at the door.]

→ shes got a ticket to ride and she don't care

[byweavinglives]

[Saya opens the door to the room that poses for hers - her real room is actually behind this one, out of necessity. She's wearing something black, and sleek, and deceptively simple, the tailored lines of the dress flattering her figure]

How did the lesson go?

→ shes got a ticket to ride and she don't care

[worksmart]

[Chase may not have too much of an eye for clothing (although he can tell what's well made enough to be expensive), but he does have an eye for what it flatters, one he tries not to make too obvious.]

Hi. I mean, fine. For her first trip, she was... [Well, the honesty comes with a shrug.] terrified. But she'll get better.

→ shes got a ticket to ride and she don't care

[byweavinglives]

[Saya's customary smile - just the tilted corners of her lips - lifts slightly as she exits her room]

Hello.

It isn't so difficult, and she isn't stupid. She'll manage.

Did you enjoy the car?

don't say hi like a spider to a fly

[whitetwoguns]

[Polite kinda guy he tries to be, Larry finishes up his cigarette outside of the garage before entering. Despite the fact that Freddy is out, doesn't mean that it's opened. He'll knock though, the boss lady--what was her name?--will likely not look kindly on intrusion especially with the kind of hardware is in there.

One last puff of a Chesterfield and it's crushed under foot.]

don't say hi like a spider to a fly

[byweavinglives]

[Saya hears the knock and looks up, wiping her hands on a rag, and moving in her heels to open the automatic door. She moves back to the car, and looks it over]

Can I help you?

don't say hi like a spider to a fly

[whitetwoguns]

Howdy.

[Holy shit. Wait. What? She's in heels? In a garage? Working on a car? Goddamn.]

Don't mean to interrupt anything. [He can't help but eye what she's working on, and how she's working on it. No wonder Freddy works here.]

don't say hi like a spider to a fly

[byweavinglives]

You're not.

[She pauses again and looks up at the man. Older, built, handsome nose. She tilts her head]

Are you looking for work on a car, or are you looking for someone?

sooner or later in sunlight or gloom

[worksmart]

[Chase is just keeping his date. Assuming she'll be expecting him, he nontheless bypasses the garage doors to knock at the entrance to the living quarters of the warehouse. He's not here just for the cars, at all.]

sooner or later in sunlight or gloom

[byweavinglives]

[It's not that Saya's hearing is exceptional, as much as she simply has a great sensitivity to people nearby. She comes out of the garage, and she smiles when she sees him]

I think you're looking for me, Robert.

sooner or later in sunlight or gloom

[worksmart]

[He's caught with his hand practically on the door, starting, looking back and grinning.]

I think you're right. Catch you working?

sooner or later in sunlight or gloom

[byweavinglives]

No, no. Not really. I was doing some cleaning.

[Because she can. She moves closer, her heels clicking on the ground a little. She's extremely bundled up]

☥

[quiesquietis]

[backdated to the actual day of Christmas, Charlotte leaves a neatly wrapped book with another present crouched atop it wearing a bow at Saya's doorstep.]

→ OBJECT ][ Left late on xmas eve

[worksmart]

[Obviously wrapped in the store, and containing a gift receipt in case he's guessed the wrong size, the card reads Stay warm. Robert.]