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Only a few, unwiped droplets rested still on the car, their forms soon to evaporate in sweltering afternoon heat. Lanna didn't mind them when she checked for them after Jonah, then glanced over to the chattering girls. She gave her last thoughts on what she would tell Erin, finding the qualities...

"Haha," Lanna let out a light snicker, fingering a part of her sweat-soaked hair behind her ear. Getting a tan in this relentlessly hot weather bothered her most. She wondered how the girls handled it. "It sounds like they're having a lot of fun, though." While she did not understand the realms...

Lanna had grabbed her a towel to help the drying process as well, rubbing the car down. "I hope so," she said. Her mind went many places, many situations, many responses from an unpredictable chic like Erin. She did not want to insult Erin, but yet, she did not want to compliment her, either. It...

Lanna could tell the confidence in Jonah's answer, and alas, it got her to pull her finger down. That made strike three. "Oh." She almost thought she could win, but at the back of her mind, she knew that since Jonah got the start, he did have the advantage. "Well, that's it." Now she had to...

The increased volume made it a little more difficult for Lanna to hear, but she still could get the gist of what Jonah said, nodding and said, "Yes, yes," stepping away from the car, hoping a few refreshing sprinkles would shower her of all the heat about. "Out of country. It counts," folding a...

"Ohoho." Biting the bottom of her lip, Lanna searched around for another comeback. She got away with her driving situation, but this one couldn't compete entirely, since she had been back home in Vietnam several times — let alone lived there. Yet, somewhere at the back of her mind, she wondered...

"Oh no." Lanna couldn't help but recall a time that her hair was longer than how it was now, folding down a finger. Meanwhile, her other hand still took care of washed the vehicle bumper. "That was a good one." By now, the car almost would be ready for rinsing. She took a step back after...

Taking a precautious glance in Erin's direction, Lanna reminded herself that if she lost this game, it would be a backhand compliment she would have to make up. With a nod, she listened close to Jonah's statement. "Hey, isn't that a 'cheap shot?'" Lanna smiled and paused from scrubbing the...

For a compliment suitable for Erin, Lanna felt it wouldn't be much of a chore. Expecting a barky reply would be the question if she'd be willing to go with the agreement or not. She knew that she didn't do too much in her life but wanted to put herself up to the challenge anyway. "Okay, yeah,"...

Complex stick figures Lanna could only imagine let her chuckle a bit, and with consideration of Jonah's activities, the girl could definitely tell of his social trait. He also seemed to have another creative side to him outside of drawing: music. And no wonder he worked here at the car shop; he...

Working faster with a shallow rinse of the back, Lanna strolled around in the reassurance of her hair. Jonah was right; she only could make it as great as she could in beating hot weather. And besides, this Erin definitely seemed to be the "all bark and no bite" type of girl. Comforted, Lanna...

After brushing one last pat to her "frizzy" hair, Lanna met eyes with Jonah's approach. "I've never smelled a car so fragrant like that," she said. "Must be very... rich. Unless I'm just assuming." Taking the hose to the car, she sighed to herself and set the hose down in front of the driver...

"'Frizzy?'" Lanna echoed. The chic had just proved Jonah's very point. "Um... thank you." She knew responding as this was nice, but at the same time, she felt uncomfortable and went to pick up the hose at the side. "Mmm." In some ways, her hair did fly a little bit to the relentless humidity...

Just as the car drove in, Tod answered Jonah with a "yeah," and rubbed at his sweaty beard. "Well, let's get 'er goin', then." This customer came right on time for Tod to prove that business flowed after all. And all of the elites in the corner, reuniting with Mr. Vennatta who came to them...

The heat around Lanna's neck, wetting up her hair, had her self-conscious being within. Not only the outside heat was making her hot, but the hotness of her idea of the growing tension around kept her nervous as well. Nevertheless, she let out a titter to Jonah's reaction. "Hehe." Mr. Vennatta...

Lanna nodded to Jonah, wishing to be a witness to the situation in case anything else went forth. Later she would answer him as to why Tod went out, but she questioned if Tod was really out there to check the work they did. And, to that thought, she trusted that Tod could handle the matter on...

Many of the elites still watched the situation unfold, whispering among themselves about Mr. Vennatta's blunt confrontation toward the employee. And, as they stood there, cars drove by them, clean, dirty, whatever, with no care to interrupt the intense gathering. Lanna, who now followed Tod...

"Hmhm, I just want to hear your story of coming here and choosing this place," Mr. Vennatta said, "Since you feel this place isn't going anywhere. Do you know the owner of the place, are you just looking for a part-time job...? I mean, I hear a lot of students — you know, from this university...

A giggle escaped despite Lanna's worried face, "Haha, I will," as she brisked inside. "Well, I was wondering about this place," the businessman started. "It seems like you all are doing renovations here, yes?" He didn't really want them working on something too soon in case they were going to...

With a sweep back of her persistent bang of hair falling out from behind her ear, Lanna surveyed the "good work" the two of them did and nodded. "Oh, I'm studying for my master in Finance Engineering — such a tough program." This brought her thoughts to some of the sleepless nights studying and...