Thursday: Feb/21/08 Who: Jack and Meike (and Simon, later!) What: Cars you say? Motorcycles? Er? Where: The Garage When: Afternoon
Jack was figuring Meike was a six foot two Amazon sort of woman. The kind with questionable fuzz on their upper lip and scary eyebrows. Charlie's commentary of her being "all woman" had been taken light heartedly. After all, Meike had said herself that when she wasn't in the garage, she was in the library. Not that there was anything wrong with smart girls! They could be hot!
He approached the garage slowly, bookbag slung over one shoulder, and then quickened his pace to walk right in. He couldn't smell anyone; the scent of oil and exhaust was overwhelming. "Hello?" he called, swiveling his head. "Uh, Meike?" He pronounced it "My-kee."