676 1/2 Main Street was the garage apartment that was above the service center behind the fill-up station which stood at 676 Main street. The gas station was open, one of the kids with a part time job was pumping gas. There was a gravel path that led from the station to the garage. Parked outside the garage was a Barracuda that was impossible to miss, not just because it was .... bright, but because it was still attached to a small U-haul trailer. The garage was closed, but there was a sign on the door that said "Upstairs for emergencies." Up the stairs, there was a door that said "1/2" on it.
It was odd being back, she'd honestly thought she'd never make it back. There was a lot to deal with, a lot she'd left, and every morning she woke up was one more day before she was due back. The pull was there, she was half afraid she'd pack everything back up and go right back just because she didn't know what would become of her if she didn't. She had never had to make it on her own, she'd only heard what would happen if she tried. Then there was the issue of the locals to deal with. She was going to have to find a way around that, and not knowing how that worked, she was wondering if running home wasn't the worst idea she'd ever had. And there was the ache of having left the family she'd created. They weren't all scum, after all.
These were the thoughts she only let herself have once she was alone with herself. She had been grateful for the pile-up of cars, it had offered welcome distraction, and those forums? Nice. Between goofing off there, and towing ten cars in a day, by the time she'd walked up the stairs to her apartment over the garage, she found herself thinking too many thoughts again, and set right back to entertaining herself with the townsfolk. And demanding pizza from strange men.
She'd grown up in Repose, the new people intrigued her, and the chatting with them all distracted her in the best way. But even though she got a very hilarious, 'yes ma'am,' from this Grant fellow, the last thing she thought was that he was actually going to send pizza. Who did that? So it was without expecting company that she went about her evening unpacking boxes she'd brought from the house in the neighborhood.