Vivienne could never tell if she found Ezra appealing or repulsive. It seemed to be a mix of the two most of the time, and the way he said her name had her both shivering and shuddering in a combined blend of annoyed interest. Her conflicting feelings were just another thing for her to antagonize over.
“They never fix and work the way they’re supposed to,” Vi signed, her fingers toying with the condensation of her gin glass. That was the kicker; generally there was no fixing the cars in time. The engines seemed to work against her here, clearly under the influence of the town and all in an evil attempt to keep people here long enough to make escape impossible.
That repulsion came back the moment Ezra mention the ‘pretty young thang’ and Vi felt her skin crawl. She felt for the girl, she really did, but she also didn’t know what was more disturbing; the idea of horror month or the idea of having Ezra snuffing around.
“I take it you were polite and a perfect gentleman.” There was no real questioning to her tone, maybe even a veiled threat. Vi couldn’t do much for those new comers but she could at least make sure that they weren’t being sniffed out and hit on by the bored locals.