He Was Nervous

All on the way there, he kept fidgeting. He was nervous it was hard not to make that conclusion. But it was cute, in a way that she didn’t really know why. At the mechanics he had fumbled for words and Charlotte had to intervene a few times to explain the situation.

The drive back was just as interesting. He would constantly reach for the dial of the radio to switch channels, until finally Charlotte touched his hand lightly to insist he stop doing so. After that he seemed a whole lot calmer and their conversations about nothing were a welcome respite for Charlotte and all her headaches.

Back on spintex, the traffic had lessened and Victor was kind to buy some roast corn and coconut for her and the mechanic who had been strenuously wrenching and crooning over the hood of her car. Charlotte thought she was actually lucky to have had the accident, the car would be in much better condition than before and Victor insisted that he didn’t mind handling the costs.

After an hour or so the mechanic was done with his performance and Victor was happy to take him back to his worksite. But Charlotte didn’t want him to go just yet. Leaning on the window of the passenger door she asked if Victor would want to get something to eat sometime.

“Yeh, sure I would like that. Mmm tomorrow I could, we could meet at umm, where did you say you stayed again?”

“Up spintex, past coca cola junction.”

“Not too bad we can get a nice breakfast – something, you know, cheap easy to find, coco and bofrot?”

“Anything would be fine Victor. Thank you for crashing into me.”

“Ha, funny. Glad to be of service, if you need crashing again don’t be scared, to ask, ha I will be here.”

Exchanged smiles and numbers, and Charlotte was all too soon back in her car shoulders slumped and creeping up the long road back home.