Gaby Teller (gaby_teller) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2019-04-01 22:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, gaby teller |
Who: Gaby Teller-Mason [Narrative]
What: A Repeat annoying customer
When: 01 April, mid afternoon
Where: Teller-Mason Auto Repair
Rating/Warnings: PG
Status: Narrative; Complete
Gaby looked at Mr Nielson over the rim of her sunglasses and felt her eyebrow arching upwards, steadily higher and higher as he talked about knowing his own car and there being a fault with the brake lines, not the brake disks, and how she was trying to charge him for something that he didn't need. Carefully, she closed the newspaper she'd been reading and took her booted feet off the crate they'd been resting on. Leaning forward, she braced her forearms on her knees and squinted up into the sunshine at Mir Nielson, clearly unhappy and a little irritated even as he looked at her and kept talking.
"You realise it's my lunch break," she told him, her voice a slow, unimpressed and slightly accented drawl, the paper now being folded in one hand as she brandished it at him, "And I told you before I left that you needed new brake pads, that the ones you had were too thin and have been mean that they've not been protecting the disks. If you'd listened to me then," she pointed out, "then we wouldn't be in this mess now where your brakes don't work at all because there's a hole in your rear right brake disk."
She should have just drained all the brake fluid and not bothered fixing the oil leak last time he was in here. She folded her arms across her chest, getting to her feet.
"Your car's not in a drivable condition, I'm not signing off on it."
"But-"
"No. Either you agree to pay for me to get it fixed here or you drive it outta here and get arrested the moment I report you for driving in a car that's a danger to the general public."
"I'm not-"
"You have ten minutes to make up your mind and then you can come and tell me that you're sorry and you want me to fix your car in the reception area. This bit," she waved her hand, "is for staff only. And, since you're not staff, you can go."
Mr Nielsen stared at her, opening his mouth to say something else when Gaby just pushed her sunglasses back up her face and reopened her newspaper, settling again in her chair and propping her feet back up on the crate. Her fingers tensed, folding the top corner over and she tilted her head, "You're still here?" she asked, and he just looked at her for another long moment before he huffed out a breath and stormed away. She went back to reading the newspaper, but her eyes were hardly actually taking in the words in front of her as she was listening to the sound of his footsteps as he stomped off, half expecting him to come back and demand that she pay actual attention to him, as he had done once or twice before.
She heard the bell at reception dinging a moment later and felt her lips curl up into a smile.
Good.