Page 4 of Flipping the Script
“Not really. I mean, there was a weird clang sound, and I hit a pothole going waaaay faster than I meant to. But I do that all the time, and nothing’s ever happened.” They tucked a lock of long hair behind their ear and smiled flirtatiously at Isaac. “Do you think that’s why it went haywire?”
“It could be.” Isaac made some notes in the system. “We can run a diagnostic and find out.”
“Is your car in the lot?” I asked. This would go way faster if it was.
They shook their head, giving me an equally flirty smile. “I had to leave it where I pulled over. It’s a few blocks away. Is that a problem?”
“Not at all. We can tow it here.” Isaac shot me a quick look, silently asking me to grab the keys.
I slipped into the back to get them from the offices.
“You can head out after we get the car here,” Zander said, the keys already in his hand.
“Are you sure?”
He nodded. “The two of us can finish up. Sounds like your brother needs backup more than we do.”
“Thanks. I owe you one.”
He slapped the keys into my hand. “It’s all good.”
Gripping them, I made my way back to the front counter. The shop closed in thirty minutes, and Adam’s party started in an hour.
Depending on how long it took to get the car here and close my station down, I should be able to get home, shower, grab the tie and shoes, and get to the party before it was too late.
Hopefully Adam could keep his shit together until then.
2
SEBASTIAN
“Couldyou at least look like you’re happy to be here?” Hannah gave me her best puppy eyes.
“Nice try, kiddo.” I toasted my sister with my drink. “Those don’t work on me anymore.”
She swiped the cup out of my hand and downed a few swallows of the mediocre lemonade-like cocktail I’d been sipping.
“It’s so weird seeing you drink. You’re a baby.”
She finished guzzling my drink and pinned me with a look. “I’m legal. Not a baby anymore.”
“You’ll always be a little kid to me.” I grabbed my empty cup back. “You too,” I said as Adam came to stand with us.
“Me too what?” He looked between us.
“I was just telling my sister that I’ll always see you two as little kids. Doesn’t matter if you’re legal or not. It’s weird to see you drink.”
Adam smirked. “Jesse always freaks out when I have a drink in front of him too.”
The mention of Adam’s older brother soured my temporary good mood.
“Sebastian!” a booming voice called. “How are you doing, son?”
I pasted on my “fake it til you make it” smile as a familiar man ambled toward us. “Doing well, Mr. Dawson. How have you been?”
“Good. That’s good. Hello, Hannah.” He nodded to her.
“Hi, Mr. Dawson,” Hannah said in her customer service voice. She wasn’t a fan of his either.