TINK - GARAGE
Tink wasn’t happy unless her body was half-way under a car, tinkering with the engine. Or if she was taking apart some contraption and putting it back together again. Or if she had a tool in her hand. She couldn’t think of any way she’d rather spend her day. The garage was amazing, though she hated the lack of Air Conditioning. It made for a pretty miserable day in the heat. At least there was AC in the office, and Tink could go in there when she was too sweaty for comfort. There was even a television in the waiting room, but daytime tv? Blech. What she really wanted was to go home and work on her industrial strength blender, or the blow dryer that she was inventing to help melt snow. Y’know, just in case Orange County was covered in ice again.
She rolled out from under the car when she heard the bell. Someone just pulled into the driveway and set off the alarm.