"Still bad luck, then," Lauren sympathized, "but at least it's not bad car luck. Knock on wood." Wouldn't it suck if he popped a tire after meeting her? Especially since he was managing the lugnuts for her. Lauren worked the jack into position, waiting until the last lug had been loosened before she started jacking the car up. Once that was done (she really needed to get a better one of these; the stock one was a piece of crap), Lauren set about removing the lugs and pulling off the flat tire, setting it on the ground with a faint grunt of exertion. Damn things were heavy.
"I'm an idiot," she explained with a grimace. "I was cleaning out my trunk, brought a bunch of stuff in to go through it, forgot to put the tire iron back in when I was done. Not gonna do that again, I can tell you." Pushing hair out of her face, she rolled the spare over, lifting it and squinting through the rain to try and match up the wheel studs. Definitely her least favorite part, especially as she had to hold up the damn tire the entire time.
"There!" She finally got the tire seated. The hard part done, it was short work to screw the lugs back on, snug them down, then lower the car off the jack and use the tire iron to really tighten the lugs. "All right," she said with a sigh. "Back on wheels." She grinned at the guy, in a slightly better mood. "Wanna go grab dinner?" she asked. "I'm tired, soaked, and dying for a cheeseburger. My treat."