Oooo, @thezombieprostitute I love this. I was literally just talking to a coworker about car troubles.
After the third attempt of turning the key in the ignition, only to be met with the sound of a sputtering engine, you determined there was no way you were winning. It was just the cherry on top of a perfectly difficult day, and your car was finally crapping out on you. You ran your hands over your face and sighed in defeat, before that quickly turned into frustration. You groaned and threw your forehead down with an extended, high-pitched groan, harmonizing with your blaring car horn.
You didn’t care enough to move right now, the parking garage was practically empty at this time of day, anyway, save for a few cars you had sworn we’re perpetually there, never having been absent any time you’d walked past. It’s not like there was anyone left to bother in this ghost town, so you probably had to call for a tow truck. Great. Yet another thing to push back when you could finally get home for the sweet release of food and sleep.
Your unending groan was cut short, though, by a tap on the glass of your window, startling you to sit up straight, only leaving silence. Your mouth was agape as you met the glance of your elusive coworker. The one who mostly kept to himself, despite the way so many of your other coworkers threw themselves at him. His beautiful, silky hair was draping over his face from the way he was leaned over, ducking to peer in your window. You watched as a sympathetic smile grew under his thick beard. You couldn’t really roll down the window, thanks to your car not starting, so you opened the door and watched as he shuffled over to the opening, closer to you then he had been before.
“Hey, car troubles? I’ve got a pretty clear evening, I could drive you home if you wanted… I’m sure a tow won’t be able to get here nearly soon enough…”
You could’ve crumbled right there from the kindness he showed you, the single but of light in this dark day. All you could do was nod.
“Okay, great.” He moved to turn and start walking to his car before he stopped in his tracks and turned back around to face you. “Or, when’s the last time you’ve eaten, too? You wanna grab a bite to eat before I drop you off?”
A smile your face hadn’t seen for days grew in the place that held a pout minutes ago, matched now with the sparkling grin of your coworker, Ari.
