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didn't mention that to the mechanic.
     
    “You're gonna want to remove any personal items before you leave,” said the mechanic. Even in my casual weekend outfit of a fluffy sweater and tight jeans, I could see him checking out my body. God, men were so basic. Why on earth did I ever waste my time with them?
     
    “I have everything,” I said. 'Everything' included thirteen hair ties, my spare work shoes, a pair of fluffy dice, four empty coffee cups and a lipstick with too much fluff on it to ever be used again. I'd given the car a once over before bringing it in to avoid any potential embarrassment.
     
    The mechanic raised his eyebrows at me and opened the car door. He slipped his hand under the passenger seat and pulled out an expensive looking brown leather belt.
     
    I instantly recognized who it belonged to and felt my face becoming inflamed, but I did my best to stay cool.
    “Oh, that's my boyfriend's belt,” I said. It didn't sound good, but it sounded marginally better than 'that's the dude I ran over and then had sex with's belt'. The mechanic gave me a smile, obviously jumping to annoying conclusions as to how it got there.
    “You guys got a little distracted on a drive, right?” he said. The most annoying thing about this conclusion was that it was one hundred percent correct. I cursed myself for not checking the car more thoroughly before I brought it in.
    “He probably just needed to change belts,” I said, taking it from him and shoving it into my purse, “Thanks for finding it though. I'm sure he'll be happy.”
    The mechanic looked me up and down again.
     
    “I don't know how I couldn't be happy with a gal like you,” he grinned, “Looks expensive, he must be doing OK.”
    I decided not to engage in the conversation anymore and told the mechanic that I had to go. I did really, I'd agreed to meet my friends Allison and Janey at the mall for a coffee and some window shopping. I may have exaggerated how urgently I had to get there, but I needed to get away. The mechanic was grating on my last nerve. There was something about men in that profession that just seemed to rub me up the wrong way lately. At least he hadn't literally rubbed me up the wrong way like Vince had. Though, being honest, it felt nothing but right in the moment.
     
    I hurried away and walked the ten blocks or so that I needed to pace through to get to the mall. It wasn't technically a mall, it was actually a 'deluxe shopping complex'. Translation: A bunch of high end stores and fancy cafes with eight dollar coffee grouped together in one big fancy building. Less teenagers making out by the fountain and more classical music and perfume piped through the vents. It was the kind of place that up until recently, I wouldn't have set foot in with a resume, forget to actually shop. Now I had some money things were different. I got manicures and waxing and my hair was cut every few weeks and most of my outfits cost more than my entire college wardrobe. Things were good.
    The giant clock above the fountain stated that I was early. Too early, Allison and Janey wouldn't be here for another hour and thirty minutes. I had time to burn and no idea what to do with it. Normally, I would have wandered around the stores and picked up a few little treats for myself, which I was perfectly entitled to do, but the beauty and clothing stores intimidated me. The sales assistants were all beautiful girls with perfectly painted faces and outfits that flattered every contour of their willowy bodies. I had no doubt that they would look at me in my casual jeans and tight sweater, combined with a bare face and sneer. I wasn't in the mood for that kind of treatment.
     
    I walked past those stores and came across an odd little store that didn't quite seem to fit in with the tone of the place. It sold various car and motorcycle accessories. That kind of stuff had never really caught my interest, but the place looked more welcoming than the other stores and