“Alright Ellis, focus. I know you can do this. Depeche Mode, De-peche Mo-de.” Rochelle spoke slowly, Pointing to her T-shirt at each syllable. Sounding for all the world like a teacher catering to a special needs student.
The distorted pronunciation made her cringe. “No, no, boy are you even listening to the sounds coming out of my mouth?”
The mechanic grinned sheepishly, “Sorry, Ro. How’s it go again?”
Taking a breath to settle her patience Rochelle once again brought her finger up to point at the letters on her chest “Ok, just… here, just say each part after me. De-“
“-peche.” She took care to emphasize the soft “ch” at the end.
“-peche.” Her eyes brightened, sweet Jesus he had it!
“That’s it! Now just run it all together.”
The smile building on her face quickly fell “What? No! God Ellis, you just said it two seconds ago!”
Ellis apologized again and urged Rochelle for one more try.
On the other side of the safe house Nick nudged Coach and gestured toward Rochelle and her ‘student’ with a smirk. “How long do you think before she realizes Overalls’ just playing dumb so he can stare at her tits?”