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Hello! This is my first fic for the WE fandom and also first writing prompt. Tumblr prompt was provided by user: green--tea--rex. Thank you for providing and allowing me to use your idea. Here is the following prompt:
Waverly Earp was experimenting around Purgatory with her new camera when she spotted the local troublemaker Nicole Haught and decided to take a few shots. Nicole noticed and helped her experiment some more.
Hope you like it!
Waverly Earp was experimenting around Purgatory with her new camera when she spotted the local troublemaker Nicole Haught and decided to take a few shots. Nicole noticed and helped her experiment some more.
Hope you like it!
Driving in the wintertime had always been tricky. Waverly tended to leave that for Wynonna, even if Wynonna bitched and moaned about having to drive her around. Waverly stared out the window, marveling over the fresh layer of snow against the overcast sky. Not the best day to take pictures but she needed to get started so she had enough time to wrap it all together. She still didn’t have her focus and hadn’t found anything worth basing her project on just yet, but was hoping to find something today without it actually snowing. Waverly pulled out her camera and installed the polarizing filter and lens hood to protect her camera lens and shots from distortion, in preparation of the impending snowfall.
“Look at you and all your fancy tools.” Wynonna looked over with a crooked smile.
“Here?” Wynonna looked over to Waverly as she slowed to a stop on the incline.
“Yes, this is perfect for the first shot. It looks so beautiful right now, doesn’t it?” Most of the drive up here consisted of an expanse of trees, which Wynonna didn’t care much for. There was something about this place, Waverly thought. The way the trees parted to a clearing that overlooked the city of Purgatory made Waverly speechless. She had wished her final project was on nature instead.
“Just like every other year in this shithole.” Wynonna turned up the heater and switched on the defroster. Waverly disregarded her sister’s comment and prepared herself to brace the cold. She grabbed her camera and pulled her beanie over it. The brunette made her way out of the old F-150 and walked her way up towards the edge of the cliff, her heart pounding in her chest from having to walk up the incline. Once Waverly reached the precipice, she took a deep breath and absorbed all of her surroundings. She could feel the burning in her lungs from how cold the air was. The view was astounding. The streets of Purgatory were clear of snow and she could distinguish some of the buildings. With that, she took her camera out and chose her vantage points. When finished, she covered her camera and got back inside of the truck.
“Good?” Wynonna moved her legs off the bench seat so Waverly could get in.
“Yeah, I’ve never been up here before. It’s a perfect start.”
“Told you.” Wynonna winked at her and made a u-turn to head back to town. “Don’t tell anyone else about this place, though. Where to next?”
“Yeah, yeah. It’s your place of ‘business’.” Waverly motioned with air quotes before moving the heating vents in her direction. “I don’t know where I want to go. I figure most people will want to take pictures of the places with the most history but I think I want to look at places that blend in. The places people don’t really notice.”
“Alright, that’s kind of easy. What about those buildings that burned down a couple of summers ago?”
“Didn’t they level them down already? It’s just dirt now, I think.”
“Exactly. There are buildings behind where those used to be so you can get a good shot. Only problem is that we have less than an hour to make it back for class. Y’think you’ll have enough time?”
“If not, I’ll come back later. Thanks for bringing me to your spot. I don't think I've ever realized how nice Purgatory looks.” Wynonna scoffed and the conversation settled between them. The only thing that was around was the astonishing nature. Despite the fact that Purgatory snowed every year, the beauty never seemed to escape Waverly. She could imagine the landscapes of Purgatory she’d capture through time. Seasons expressed through pictures in a time lapse; to see the leaves turn and fall, then to the snowfall, and, lastly, to blooming trees. It’s a rebirth that she wished she could commit to. Between school and work, there wasn’t time to reinvent herself. Hell, there was barely any time to hang out with friends. She envied Wynonna’s carelessness sometimes. While Waverly was studying and working, Wynonna was out with friends and going to parties. Wynonna was always, as she said, “enjoying the wonders of college life.” Her older sister used to try and drag Waverly out but she remained consistent with her excuses. Eventually Wynonna stopped asking, and as much of a relief it was at first, some small and nagging though that made Waverly wish she would start asking her again. She’s not sure if she would say “yes” now, but she wished she could loosen up a little instead of being stressed all the time.
“There you go, babygirl.” Wynonna had parked against the opposite side of the road where the empty dirt field lay. Waverly snapped out of her thoughts and got out to get some pictures. It was snowing lightly and still very overcast. She lifted her camera to zoom in to the buildings in order to omit as much of the dirt field as possible. Across the street there was a sign for a heavy duty truck repair shop. Their gate was open and she could see an open bay door where a semi truck was parked. She waited for the cars to stop passing before taking her shot, but before she could take the picture, a motorcyclist pulled up and parked on the street just outside the repair shop. Damnit, she whispered. She took the shot as they hit the kickstand down and prepped to get off the motorcycle. They were wearing a thick coat with reflectors and black coveralls.
Waverly kept her eye trained on the rider with a curiosity she didn’t quite understand. They pulled their helmet off and all she could see was red hair and fair skin; then, without warning, they looked in Waverly’s direction. Waverly pulled the camera away from her face so fast that she didn’t even get a good look at their face. She could feel the heat rising from her neck in embarrassment of having been caught. When Waverly looked up, she saw the rider had already descended the bike and was walking through the shop gate. Her body involuntarily shook to rid herself of the chills she got. She made sure to get another shot even with the motorcyclist’s back to her. The sound of the F-150’s horn nearly made her jump and drop her camera. She scowled at Wynonna while making her way inside the truck.
“Sorry, there was too much traffic to get an open shot. I’ll have to come back later.” Waverly sighed and pulled off her gloves.
“Guess you’ll have to get here super early then. That road is usually pretty busy. Ready for class?” Waverly kept thinking of the previous encounter and her breath hitched. She felt so embarrassed, yet still very curious as to who they might be. She’d definitely planned on coming back to get the picture.
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It’s been about a month since Purgatory’s first snowfall of the year and the blankets of snow, although beautiful, became somewhat annoying to trudge through. Waverly grasped the straps of her backpack inward towards her sternum in an effort to shake the chill from her bones. There was the community coffee shop, the only sensible place Waverly could find to study. She opened the door and stomped her feet to relieve her boots of any snow.
“Mornin’, Waves.” Orin’s voice came from underneath the counter. Waverly smiled before taking her place at her usual table. She pulled her backpack off and pulled out what she needed before going up to the counter. Waverly stood up on her tiptoes with her hands on the counter to look for her regular barista who was still searching for something in one of the cabinets.
“Morning. Need any help?” She said cheerfully. Orin sighed before closing the cabinet doors and giving up his search.
“No, I know it’s around here somewhere.” Orin stood up and looked at the cabinetry then, finally, to an expectant Waverly. “We have this new hire that started this week for mid to late shifts and they clean all the blenders and stuff before they leave; however, the one really good frappe blender we have isn’t where it should be. Well, c’est la vie. What’re you goin’ have this morning?”
“I’ll have the usual and a blueberry scone.” Orin hitched an eyebrow at Waverly’s abundance of energy and contentment.
“You know, for someone that never orders any coffee, you sure do have a lot of energy in the mornings. Mornings for me are groggy and dull; yet, every morning, I see you come in and you’re always chipper.” Orin walked over to grab some gloves before getting the scone and handing it to Waverly. “Same thing? No whip?” Waverly shook her head and handed him money.
“I guess, well, I figure the mood I set in the morning sets my mood for the day. Plus,” Waverly paused to put her change in her wallet, “aside from having to shovel the snow out of the driveway in the morning, I don't think mornings aren’t all that bad.” Waverly made her way back to her table and opened her laptop to check the time. 06:15 AM. She’s late. Not out of the ordinary for Wynonna. Waverly lazily reached inside of her backpack for her camera. She hooked up her camera to her computer to do some editing on the photos she had taken yesterday. Nothing special, really. She wasn’t even sure she would keep them all, and now browsing through them all, she’s less inclined to keep most of them. As she flipped through the prospective photos, she unintentionally passed a photo that reminded her of the motorcyclist from the day before. Carefully she clicked back a couple of pictures and examined the full form of the rider. She remembered how tall and fair skinned they were while clad in steel toed boots and black or navy blue coveralls. She remembered when they removed their helmet to reveal red hair before looking in her direction. The memory still gave her chills and a strange, fluttering feeling in the pit of her stomach.
It was then, looking at the photo she captured of the mysterious redhead that she realized who they could be. Sheriff Nedley had several run-ins with some local street racing groups led by a gentleman known as Dolls. Weird name, she thought.
Who are you?
“I’ve never seen you with them before.” She whispered, hand over her mouth and elbow perched on the table. Waverly was brought out of her reverie as Wynonna dropped her backpack on the table and sat next to her.
“Watcha doin’?” Wynonna peered over at Waverly’s computer while also breaking off a piece of her scone.
“Oooh. Who’s the mystery hottie? You didn’t tell me about that when we were there yesterday.” Wynonna looked at Waverly with a full mouth and wiggling brow.
“I don’t know. I just happened to catch them when I was taking a picture of that shop off Fifth.” She sighed.
“You know, you should get out there. You’re always so caught up in work and school, you need to take some time for yourself and have some fun.” Wynonna nudged Waverly’s shoulder with her own and pointed at the picture.
“Now, that,” she chewed off another piece of the scone, “that could be fun.” Wynonna got up to order something while Waverly kept dissecting the picture. She didn't even get to see their face. She pressed forward to the next picture which consisted of the same setting but with the rider having dismounted the motorcycle, their back to the camera. She hadn’t noticed before, but they had--what she assumed--shoulder length fiery red hair that was pulled up into a bun. A female, maybe? She wasn’t sure why she was so interested but her curiosity kept building. She needed to know.
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Closing time at Shorty’s meant Waverly’s day was nearly over, that is, if she didn't count the buttload of studying time she still had. She was exhausted from the busy week and was chastising herself for not pulling her project together for her photography class yet. It was getting to the point that she had thought of leaving Purgatory and adventuring to different cities to find a more alluring focus.
Her attention had been stolen all day by the mysterious biker from the previous day. Perhaps she would go to check out the shop. For science. And, more importantly, her project. I mean, how often is it that new people come to town? While wiping the counter down, she noticed Sheriff Nedley in her peripherals. Couldn’t hurt to ask. If anybody knew who her mystery person was, it had to be Nedley. She made quick work of the counter, reset the till, and took care of any other miscellaneous responsibilities she had before clocking out. Before going to talk to the sheriff, Waverly made sure to change into her winter clothes. She had to be quick because although Wynonna almost always came in to have a drink or two, she didn’t want her sister knowing about her odd curiosity of the person who was ruling her thoughts. She sat in the bar seat next to Nedley, who had been sitting there enjoying a televised hockey game.
“Y’know, for someone who comes here everyday, I’m surprised that you stay so long. You don’t get tired of good ol’ Shorty’s?” Waverly turned in her chair, trying to get comfortable.
“Over the years, I’ve grown accustomed to being here. Gives me a chance to keep myself tied to the community while also meeting passersby and the like.” Waverly looked back and forth from Nedley to his untouched drink. When he was here he didn’t really drink, which made it even more obscure to her why he would stay to people watch.
“I’m here almost every day and I hardly ever see new people.” She paused, now second guessing whether she should ask or not. She kept shifting in her chair, apprehensive about asking.
“Well, actually, " Waverly crossed her legs. "the other day I saw someone I hadn’t seen before.” She let out a breath and laughed awkwardly.
“Maybe you know them? Red hair. Female, I think?” She posed it as more of a question. “Mechanic? Ringing any bells?” Nedley pulled his attention from the TV to Waverly; the look on his face made Waverly feel like sinking down in her seat.
“You needn’t worry about her. She’s no good. You’re a good person; one of the best Purgatory has.” So, she is a girl. Waverly’s brow furrowed in confusion. Despite the look Nedley was giving her, she decided to keep pressing forward.
“What did she do?” Nedley sighed and took a sip of his drink for probably the first time tonight.
“She’s had a few run-ins with me and the boys at the precinct. Illegal street races at night and souping up cars with illegal parts.” Nedley sighed heavily. It had been just as she thought. Illegal street races aren’t that bad. Right?
“She’s got quite the streak and hasn’t seemed to let up.” Nedley was interrupted by Wynonna barging through the bar doors.
“Hey there, barkeep. Whiskey neat, yeah?” She proclaimed. Waverly’s shoulders slumped. At least she had gotten some information prior to Wynonna being here. Wynonna was already on her way towards them so Waverly decided to make a quick escape.
“Thanks, sheriff. Say ‘hi’ to Chrissy for me.” She gave Nedley a hug and kiss on the cheek. She turned to join Wynonna at the bar where Wynonna was having her first shot of the night.
“You sure are riled up already. What’s the occasion?” Waverly inquired, leaning against the bar.
“There’s a big party tonight at Mercedes’ house. They’re celebrating the near end of the semester and the upperclassman that are graduating.” Wynonna tossed the shot back expertly and immediately called for a second.
“Do you know what that means, babygirl?”
“That people are graduating?”
“No,” she grabbed the next shot and took it. “It means free booze and the last chance to bang the last guy I have on my list.”
“I should’ve expected that. Well, I can drop you off and pick you up since you’re getting off to a strong start.” Waverly grabbed the F-150 keys from Wynonna and took a seat on the closest barstool.
“You should come, Waves. Get out of your comfort zone. Do something for you. Maybe find yourself some fun too. I know a lot of the guys. Holy hell,” Wynonna slapped her hands together then grabbed Waverly by the shoulders.
“I could be your wingwoman! C’mon! I’d hype you up so much.” Wynonna gushed with enthusiasm and Waverly sat there hesitating to answer. She had said she wished Wynonna would ask her to go out again but then she thought of all the studying she had to do. She had been doing a lot of studying, though. What’s one night?
“I’ll go,” Wynonna shrieked and pulled Waverly into a strong embrace. “But, I’m not going to stay out all night. I’ll go for a little bit.” Waverly motioned over Wynonna's should to her coworker for two more shots. If she was going to go through with this, she’d at least need to be tipsy. Once they separated, they stayed at Shorty’s for a round of beer and took off.
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When they pulled up to Mercedes’ house the party looked like it had already been it had been going on for a couple of hours. Waverly and Wynonna got out of the truck and pushed through the crowds on the front porch. The whole house was crowded with people and Mercedes was nowhere to be found. Wynonna grabbed Waverly’s hand and dragged her through the crowds to the kitchen with her. Waverly noticed some of the people there, mostly because she had seen them with Wynonna or took some general education classes with them. A part of her was already regretting her decision to come here, but she did miss dancing. She would probably stay and dance then say her goodbyes. She looked over to Wynonna who was talking to someone she didn’t recognize. She could hear Wynonna say “thanks” and then she was pulling her away again towards the sliding door. Once outside, Wynonna looked over the crowds of people until she found who she had been searching for. When Wynonna reached her target she released Waverly’s hand and greeted a group of people. Well, that was fast.
Waverly looked around to see if she knew anybody but failed to find anyone. She went back to the kitchen and grabbed a plastic cup. She pulled a small bottle from her jacket pocket and poured herself a drink. Maybe she should have invited someone instead of coming here to be a third wheel.
Waverly made her way to the living room--the apparent dance floor. Now, this really was hard, not having anyone to dance with in a sea of strangers. It didn’t used to be like that. She had been in dance since her youth and even did cheerleading throughout grade school and high school. At one point, she used to be able to dance unabashedly, regardless of who was in the room. It didn’t make sense as to why that had changed but Waverly pushed the thoughts from her head and drank whatever was left in her cup. Liquid courage doesn’t hurt. The added alcohol had given her a good enough buzz that helped eat away at any second thoughts she might have had. Waverly closed her eyes and let the bass of the music thrum through her body. She could feel the bass like a heartbeat, like the music was drawing her out. She opened her eyes and walked into the crowds until she reached a place she felt comfortable.
She closed her eyes again and let her body and mind breathe for the first time in a while. Waverly’s body found rhythm with the song and the tensions she carried melted away. There was a lightness and happiness that bloomed from her abdomen and outwards, a feeling that could only make her smile. She stayed there dancing, eyes closed, occasionally taking swigs of the bottle she’d brought. Suddenly she felt like someone was watching her and her eyes opened, half-lidded; still moving to the music while nonchalantly searching for the source of discomfort. While skimming the room her eyes passed a distinct and familiar red which pulled her attention back to the person she had overlooked. Was it her? It had to be, relatively tall and colored hair—although down now, reaching her collarbones. Her mysterious motorcyclist stood in the middle of the staircase, maintaining her gaze with Waverly even after the youngest Earp met her eyes. Soon, Waverly wasn’t moving anymore, caught up in examining the features of the woman’s face. Her stomach tightened. She hadn’t felt that kind of adoration she saw in the redhead’s face since high school. There was an overwhelming sense of adoration on the woman's face that was nearly palpable. Waverly took a few steps back without breaking their trance. The redhead stepped forward, making a cautious advancement. Waverly looked behind her and through the crowds of people to the truck, then back to the approaching woman. Waverly’s feet picked up the pace, getting through the crowds of people until she was inside the truck. With her heart in her throat, she threw the truck into gear and drove off.
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It was almost time to get up yet, Waverly found herself tossing and turning since picking up Wynonna. When Waverly showed up, most of the people were gone but she couldn’t help searching through the remaining people in hopes of catching her eye again. To her disappointment, the redhead wasn’t there. And, that was it. The curiosity, the disappointment, the flutter she felt in her stomach. All the reasons why she’s so restless. Waverly still didn’t know why she fled when the taller woman was making her way to her but there was such a strong intensity burning between them. An intensity that Waverly hadn’t been able to properly make sense of. It was magnetic. In a strange, forbidden type of way.
Why can’t I get you out of my head? Waverly grabbed her pillow and put it over her face. All she could think about was the redhead’s flushed face, eyes trained on Waverly. Her lips were slightly parted, almost as if she was in awe. Granted, her lips turned up into a small smile once Waverly spotted her. They don’t even know each other! She pulled the pillow off of her face and sighed. She’s not going to sleep. Waverly got up and organized her things to get ready for the day. Maybe she would pass by the shop to get the picture she had intended the first time. It’s early enough and she would be able to avoid the traffic and possible interruptions. She dressed quickly and grabbed her stuff to throw in the truck. Next thing she knew she was in the truck headed to the field across from the repair shop. Waverly had an hour before having to go back to pick up Wynonna. The truck was damn cold and the apprehension only elevated her jitters. The anxiety continues to increase as she gets closer. It’s silly, this whole thing.
Waverly pulled to the side of the road and assembled her filter and cover. Just as before, the gate was open to the shop but there wasn't a truck in the bay. No motorcycle. She got out of the truck and tried to find the same spot she had previously taken. Her hands were freezing. She’d obviously underestimated how cold it would be by not bringing her gloves. She let the camera hang from her neck so she could breathe into her hands. Should’ve left the truck running. Waverly tried to shake off the cold and grabbed her camera again to get the shots she came for. While zeroing in on the shop, a service truck entered her shot from the right. Of course. The truck pulled through the repair shop gates and into the empty bay where the passenger got out with variously sized boxes and disappeared somewhere in the shop. The truck proceeded to back up out of the gate. Waverly lowered her camera again and shoved her hands in jacket pockets, waiting for the truck to get out of the way before resuming the shot. When the truck was finally out of sight, Waverly took multiple pictures from her ideal stance then moved to get different angles.
By the time she had finished getting multiple shots of all vantage points, a slight snow flurry had begun. Waverly wiped the screen of her camera and browsed through the shots to check for inconsistencies in the photographs. The sound of an engine getting cut off made her freeze. Hopefully it’s not Sheriff Nedley. Especially after his warning from yesterday. She could hear the footsteps of someone slowly walking through snow on the sidewalk until they stopped. Waverly turned around and there she was. Her stomach dropped. The same woman from before, in the same getup Waverly had seen when Wynonna brought her here for the first set of pictures.
“Waverly, right?” She spoke with an even tone. How does she know my name? Waverly tried to say something back but the words were caught in her throat. She swallowed thickly before responding.
“Yes, Waverly. Waverly Earp.” She felt dumb, why add the last name? Then again, why was she so nervous?
“And, you are?” Waverly walked closer to the tall redhead. Her having to raise her voice with an already dry throat was making her throat hurt from the strain. She made sure not to get too close; just close enough to speak at a normal volume so she could be heard.
“Nicole Haught. Earp, huh? Sister of Wynonna?” Nicole studied the youngest Earp’s face. Waverly felt like she was under a microscope but Nicole obviously didn’t know all that much about her aside from her name.
“Yeah, you know her?” Waverly put her hands in her pockets. Her hands were probably the only things that were cold right now even though she was freezing just a minute ago.
“No, never met her.” Nicole kept her eyes trained on Waverly, not clearly knowing where she was going with the conversation. “She’s a friend of a friend.”
“I remember you from last night. You were dancing. Before you left, anyway.” Nicole gave a cheeky smile. Waverly’s cheeks, already flushed from the cold, turned beet red in embarrassment. Running away was clearly not something Waverly thought would be feasible now. Nicole noticed the change in energy and looked away from Waverly, trying to find a way to change the subject. Nicole looked over to the spot Waverly was taking pictures and nodded her head as a gesture to look in that direction.
“So, you’re the one who was here a couple of days ago. With your camera.” She drew out the last words until Waverly cut her off.
“It’s for a project. I have to take pictures of places in the city. Yet, it seems like,” Waverly paused and looked down with a sheepish smile, “every time I try to get a good picture, you show up.” Waverly looked up at Nicole again to see Nicole laughing. It’s no wonder, Waverly is talking a million miles an hour.
“I suppose it’s a coincidence. That or you’re a stalker.” Nicole teased and Waverly’s eyes went big then reduced to slits.
“Real funny. Speaking of stalkers, how do you know my name?” Waverly tried to take control of the conversation. At this point her image already looked suspicious, can’t do anything else but try and gain the upper hand. The thought still didn’t help her nervousness.
“Oh, w-well,” Nicole chuckled and cleared her throat. “It was a party. I asked around. You kind of left before I could get it from you myself.” Nicole could feel a blush creeping up her neck.
“I had to go.” Waverly nervously checked her watch. She couldn’t stay much longer and she had no idea what she was doing. Yet, she was drawn to the redhead and found she didn’t want to leave but instead, uncover more of exactly who Nicole Haught was.
“I should really--”
“Go out with me sometime?” Nicole interrupted and even took a step forward courageously but then retracted in fear of being too forward. Waverly’s heart sped up, if that was even possible with how responsive her body had been to the anxiety she felt. She had never been asked out by a woman before, but god was it a different, far more irrepressible plethora of feelings.
“I was going to ask last night but,” The redhead bit her lip and shrugged, “I was too late and I don’t want to lose that chance a second time.” Waverly still hadn’t said anything, there was silence for an uncomfortable amount of time. Waverly’s mind was blank as she didn’t expect the conversation to take this turn. She didn’t even know Nicole. Not to mention, what she does know about her isn’t particularly good. Waverly has never been a troublemaker. Sure she’s had the urge to break the rules a few times but nothing close to run ins with the police. But there’s something about her. Nicole isn’t hostile, rude, or impolite. She’s got a gentle smile and a calm, confident exterior that picks at Waverly. More than anything, Waverly wanted to know more about her and if she is what Nedley says she is. Not to mention, there’s a fleeting feeling of adventure that sprouts in her stomach when she looks at Nicole. But, there’s also potential danger. Then again, Wynonna did say to get out of her comfort zone. Nicole was new and enticing.
“I really have to go.” Waverly exhaled a long breath she had been unconsciously holding for a while now. She wanted to say, ‘yes,’ but there was something holding her back. She hadn’t ever questioned her identity before and if Nicole had meant what Waverly thought she meant, then she wasn’t sure what she should do. She did know for sure that she had wanted to see Nicole again, though.
“What if I come by later? Today I only have one class, so I have a couple of hours to kill before I have to go to work.” Waverly averted her eyes from Nicole’s face, trying to avoid eye contact in fear that she would run again. “You could show me the shop.” Waverly finally looked up to find the taller woman smiling.
“I’d like that.” Nicole couldn’t help her smile from growing. She then remembered she might be on a road service call later; her eyebrows raised and she patted her pockets looking for her wallet. She pulled her wallet out and sifted through cards before grabbing one and handing it to Waverly.
“My cellphone number is on there. Just in case I’m not in the shop when you stop by.” Waverly looked over the card and read it aloud:
“Diesel and Alternative Fuel Equipment. Master Technician and Road Service Technician. You must be really good with your hands.” Waverly regretted the words as soon as they left her mouth.
“I could show you.” Nicole offered, flashing a grin she couldn’t possibly hide. “You know, when you stop by later. Maybe I could teach you a trick or two since I’m prepping an engine for reassembly.” Waverly shoved the card into her pocket. She checked her watch again. 6:30 AM. She was definitely going to be late and would have the unfortunate task of answering Wynonna’s questions. A phone chime pulled Waverly from her thoughts until she realized it wasn’t her phone.
“Sorry, one sec,” Nicole pulled her phone out and checked her notifications. It was a message from the customer she was supposed to be meeting right now.
“Unfortunately I have to go. I’ve got a customer waiting.” Nicole motioned to the truck. “If you’re still up for it, I’ll see you later. It was a pleasure, Miss Earp.” Nicole nodded her head and reached her hand out with an unwavering smile. Waverly met her halfway, a tinge of electricity shot from her palm and through her nerves. She’d definitely be coming back.