_ The Demon _
"You'll pick the car tomorrow."
Bob, the mechanic, says.
He's a huge man with a shiny bald head, probably in his early forties. I thought he'd be done fixing it by now.
Ugh!
I might take a cab or just do what I do normally, walk.
"Done with the repair, Bob?" A familiar voice asks behind me.
I look back to see my cute neigbour, his hair hanging loose. He looks more sober than he did the first day we met. Infact, he looks like a whole different version of himself.
He looks at me and smiles.
"Hey there."
He seems very shy today. Which is kind of surprising.
"Hey." I smile back.
He turns to Bob after paying with his credit card.
"I can pick it now. Right?"
Bob nods, walking him to his car.
"I'll pick it up tomorrow evening." I tell Bob.
"Okay."
My neighbor tu
