❝I need to put me first❞ | Being back home isn't as good as Rose thought it would be, living surrounded by a family she doesn't know is taking a toll on her. As Rose tries to deal with her amnesia while she also comes to terms with trying to find ou...
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The garage was quiet for once; Han was out on some business that sounded more sketchy as time went on. Apparently, the less I knew about it, the better, and he also just really couldn't tell me some stuff.
For now, I was trusting him to be making good choices.
However, my life choices were coming back to bite me in the ass. Working on the cars proved to be a little more complicated when you can't understand what you're trying to order.
I knew exactly what parts I needed for my car, but my little Japanese translation book wasn't helpful to me right now.
Clicking through the car parts on my laptop, I sighed, I could see all the different details, but I had no idea if they were compatible due to the language barrier.
Google translate was helping me, either. Honestly, if someone could find out the things I had been googling since coming to Tokyo, I'd probably die from embarrassment.
Squinting like an old grandma and bringing the computer closer to my face, I let out a loud huff. I saw the kids looking over at me nervously, but I paid them no mind. They learned pretty quickly to leave me be.
I had a dealer in Japan ready to sell me the items I needed, but I had some minor issues. Language and trust being the main ones for me right now.
Suddenly an idea popped into my head. Looking over to the kids, I bit my cheek and quickly studied the three of them. The taller boy was too mouthy; twinkles would only try and flirt with me, leaving me with one option.
"Hey, Hello Kitty!" I called out as the girl in question gasped, looking over at me as I grabbed all of their attention. Reiko glanced at the other two before pointing a finger at herself.
Nodding, I motioned her to come over to me. She gulped, putting down her school books, and quickly scurried over to where I was sitting. Dragging the swivel chair I usually sit on to work over next to mine, I waited for her to sit.
Which she only did after a lot of stuttering. I think it was the hard stare that caused the squeak from her, or it could have been me pulling her chair closer when she sat.
