Maize
"Not today, you stupid piece of —" Maize kicked the rusty wheel cap of her van, not that it was of any use. The van wasn"t starting and that was that.
"Oh, you bastard! Why are you trying to ruin my date?” she shouted even though she was pretty certain her breakfast with Serena wasn"t a date. She was looking forward to it like it was one and her stupid van had to choose this Wednesday morning to break down.
The door unlocked and one of her neighbour’s, Chris, came out with a screwdriver in her hand, still half asleep. "Here."
Maize took a deep, tempered breath. "What am I supposed to do with that?"
"Don"t know. Pump your tire?" Chris ran a hand through her rowdy hair, her eyes mostly closed. "Oh, wait, your tire isn"t the issue, is it?"
"No, and this isn"t a bike. Go back insid
