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Lara drops off her drool-worthy Mustang earlier in the morning and Davin practically hisses at Mel when he tries to swipe the keys as soon as she leaves. Not only is the car a fucking work of art, Lara Quinn left it with him personally. No way is anyone else touching it.
Turns out the problem is a simple fix, and Davin is actually a little disappointed that he doesn't have an excuse to get deep down into the guts of such a fine machine. He works through his lunch to do some more standard maintenance that it doesn't necessarily need right this moment, but will soon, then washes it and details the already neat interior.
"Someone's bein' quite the kissass," Mel comments when Davin finally emerges from the service bay, and he just holds up his middle finger without stopping until he gets into the office to give Lara a call.
"Hey, it's Davin," he says when she answers. "Your baby's ready t'come home."
Turns out the problem is a simple fix, and Davin is actually a little disappointed that he doesn't have an excuse to get deep down into the guts of such a fine machine. He works through his lunch to do some more standard maintenance that it doesn't necessarily need right this moment, but will soon, then washes it and details the already neat interior.
"Someone's bein' quite the kissass," Mel comments when Davin finally emerges from the service bay, and he just holds up his middle finger without stopping until he gets into the office to give Lara a call.
"Hey, it's Davin," he says when she answers. "Your baby's ready t'come home."