Dean chewed on his gum as he stood waiting for someone to approach him. He watched the mechanics. Some of them were working. Others were cracking jokes and laughing. Finally someone seemed to care enough to walk over to him.

"What can I do for you?" The mechanic asked.

No introduction or anything. It seemed a bit rude but that was what Dean had to work with. It didn't matter in the long run. He wasn't there to make friends.

"I got a flat tire," Dean said.
"Myrtle can fix that. That's all she's good for anyway," the mechanic turned his head. "Myrtle! Customer!"

Dean watched as a woman walked towards them while wiping her hands in a cloth. Her light brown hair was pulled back in a low, messy ponytail. He focused on her eyes. They were cognac brown and watching him curiously. She stuck the cloth in her back pocket and shook Dean's hand.

"Myrtle," she introduced herself. "How may I help you?"
"Flat tire," the other mechanic said. "Do you think you can handle that, sweetheart? Or do you need big daddy cool to help you?"
"Your everyday sexism is getting old, Nash. Go make yourself useful somewhere else," she said.

The big man huffed annoyed and walked away.

"Big daddy cool?" Dean chuckled.
"Nash is an idiot," she sighed.
"Nash? Is that a weird nick name too?" He asked.
"Kevin Nash. Although I prefer calling him idiot," she said. "Shall we?"

They walked outside where his car was waiting. She crouched down to take a look at his tire. As any other mechanic he'd ever come across, her pants and tee moved apart, and her butt crack was showing. He couldn't help but smirk to himself before forcing his eyes away.

"Looking good, baby doll! Down on your knees where you belong!" Someone whistled.

He looked over at one of the mechanics hanging out of a window. She flipped him off over her shoulder without ever looking at who it was.

"Are they always like this?" Dean asked.
"Everyday," she sighed. "I knew this was a man's world but I had to do what felt right for me. I didn't think it would be this bad."
"Why don't you apply for somewhere else?" He asked.
"Why bother? It's like this anywhere. I'm actually saving up money to buy my own shop. Just a small one with a few workers. A place where this kind of behavior won't be tolerated. Any work place should be safe for everyone," she said.

She stood up and smiled at him.

"I can fix that tire in no time. Why don't you go to the waiting room and have a cup of coffee?" She said.
"If you don't mind, I'd like to see you work. I ain't got car skills what so ever, so it's interesting watching a professional do their craft," he said.
"I don't mind," she said.

He stepped back and watched her work. He was impressed at how fast she worked. She was humming lowly while doing so. It was cute that something as simple as fixing a tire seemed to make her happy. Finally done she wiped her hands in the cloth again before stuffing it back in her back pocket.

"You're good to go," she said.
"How much do you need? For your own shop, I mean," he said.
"I'm not even close," she said.
"And if someone bought it for you?" He asked.
"I'd like to know I earned it. I don't want stuff handed to me," she said.

He took out his car keys and handed them to her.

"I've had a suspicion for a while but I haven't seen a mechanic about it. Take it for a spin and let me know if I'm crazy or not. If I'm right, you'll let me help you," he said.
"If I find something, you'll just say it was that," she said.
"No, I'll write it down beforehand. No cheating. Come on, see it as a game show," he said.
"Fine, you're on," she said.

She got in on the driver's seat while he took the passenger seat. He opened the gloves compartment, took out a small notebook and a pen, and scribbled down a word. He gave her a secret smile as she started the car. They went for a short drive where none of them spoke. He was anxious when they returned to the shop.

"I hate to tell you this but your car needs new brakes," she said.

He grinned widely as he turned the notebook and showed her the word "brakes" written there.

"I win," he said.
"Great," she smirked. "You owe me a shop. Meanwhile I gotta keep your car to fix those brakes. It's an old car so we don't have the right ones in stock. It might take up to a week to get it fixed."
"It's okay. Don't let anyone else work on it. I want you to do it," he said.
"You got my word," she said.

They both left the car and walked inside. She got his information and another huge smile before he left the shop. She watched him through the window as he called someone to come pick him up.

Her eyes dropped to his ass, taking in that firm backside for a few seconds before looking away. He was one fine looking man and he had been very sweet as well. She knew he wasn't gonna buy her a shop. It had all been some weird fun for him. It was alright. She was gonna fix those brakes on his car and make him happy. That was all that mattered to her in that moment.