Thread: Father's Mechanic (rpfiend_123 & AndNich123)

Tattoos. She couldnt help but notice he had tattoos. They were a permanent mark on your body, one she would never be allowed to have. Most of the people her family associated with didnt have them. They were looked down upon, but she to admit there was a certain fascination about them. It was a form of self expression, and she found beauty in the various colors and designs. To her, there was a story behind each and every one, and a story deserved to be heard. In noticing them, she had paused before reaching out to shake his hand. In that moment, when her soft skin connected with that of a working mans hand, she thought about telling him her middle name. He may recognize her first name, and that might influence how he treated her. She liked being viewed as nothing more than the help. It had put her on the same playing field as him. Still, she heard her lips utter, C-Callie. Im.Callie. Catching herself before her last name was spoken she looked down at her own attire. Bad? Was her clothing really that bad? Granted it was an older dress, but she had thought she looked rather nice before leaving the house. Her hands were at her sides now, pulling on the fabric of her dress. It did have a certain burlap sack quality about it, but it was comfortable and cheap. It didnt take something from a designer to shovel horse manure in. Those were saved for company events or one of the endless parties her family would throw. She and her mother were nothing more than trophies at those. At least her mother enjoyed it. Looking up at him, she could feel her cheeks burning red. The stables, she said. Im working.the stables today. She released her dress and felt the heels of her shoes click together, as if she were Dorothy trying to get back home as she stood along the yellow brick road. My parents.work here. It wasnt a lie. They did in fact work there. A lie by omission is still a lie. Callie knew this, and she wasnt one to lie. Despite enjoying not being looked at as better than him, which she feared he might, she couldnt, and wouldnt, lie to him. My father.he.he is.Jacob.Coleman, she told him, looking down as she spoke her fathers last name. There was a certain disappointment she feared that might be present in his eyes. Sometimes we meet someone, and while things are going fine, as soon as the status changes, so too does the relationship. It was clear every times someone found out exactly who she was. Her father wasnt a well liked man among his employees, and being his daughter carried the consequences of that. Only those that truly knew her knew that she was nothing like him. Of course to find that out, one had to get past the wall that they usually put up as soon as they found out who she was. She wondered would he put up a similar wall? Driven by the fear and disappointment that he might, she took a step back from him, still looking down. Theres a phone.on the wall.over there, she told him, pointing in the general direction where she knew it was. A list of.extensions. The kitchen.the stables.theyre all on it. If you need.anything.just call. I uh.dont mind.helping you.out! I dont mind helping.out.I mean. Callie had started to wring her hands at some point, unaware. Her anxiety levels were high. New people made her nervous. He..made her nervous. Still her eyes lifted, looking at his tattoos. Theyre.beautiful, she said, shocked by the sound of the words coming from her mouth. I.I think theyre beautiful. Tell me about them.sometime. I mean.I know youre busy.and all. She stumbled over her words, stuttering, sounding less and less like the well educated girl she was. It was unavoidable. It was who she was nervous and yet unable to simply turn and walk away. She was like a moth drawn to a flame that filled her with fear and perhaps something else that she didnt quite know what it was.