Hendrichs is an egotistical man hiring a skilled mechanic for his automotive shop, more specifically a male mechanic. Shane finds herself going for the interview, with a hundred percent confidence she will get the job.
Pride meets Fierce when he do...
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The elevator ride up is someplace she never guessed she would want to escape this quickly. She kept swinging her left arm silently by her side, and her eyes seemingly were interested in the rules of using the elevator which she probably had read one to many times before.
To be honest, she had no idea why Logan wanted to see her apartment, quite frankly trailing her back to her place seemed a bit much in her eyes, when she could have just sent him the location.
Quite frankly, she could also have met him down in the lobby, instead of him coming all the way up – but hey, maybe he was just a thorough man, and if he wanted to go about it all extra – that was all on him, and not her.
As the container finally got to her the sixth floor, a wave of relief moves through Shane's body as the elevator itself dramatically announces its arrival to the said floor with a sweet but annoying tone – and an announcement, "You have reached the sixth floor,"
"Your elevator is so dramatic," Logan says as he allows Shane to walk out first before she does, and she chuckles at his remark,
"That's what I thought too, but then again, we have the disabled in this building as well – so I kind of find it bearable," she leads the way to her door, which just so happens to be down, at the end of the hallway.
"Still so extra, I stay in a bougie building but they don't be doing all this," he says, flipping a coin in his hand,
She laughs before turning her head to look at him, "Oh whatever Logan, don't nobody asked you none of this,"
He joins her in laughing as they both continue to walk towards her door, "You know, I'm actually surprised when it comes to you Shane,"
"Surprised about what?"
"I've either met a girly girl, or a tom boy. But you don't fall under either of them," he points out, which makes her chuckle,
"Yeah. I don't believe in living in either black or white – there's a whole lot of grey that a lot of folks overlook, that is where the color is, where life begins – and that's where I reside," she says with so much pride, living in grey is something she believed so much in – exploring the blurred lines.
"I can clearly see that, I mean I see the kind-of kept hair, then I look down and notice the chipped black polished nails, the fit is clean – like proper clean, then if you remove your shoes, I bet I won't find the white toenails," he mentions and Shane finds herself throwing her head back in laughter, as she lazily looks at him,
"White toenails are overrated, besides – I know you men love them, and I'm not about to do something because men love it, and it then makes me seem all the more attractive. My toenails and fingernails look the same, black and chipped, cause don't nobody has money to waste at a nail bar when I can do it my damn self," she matter-of-factly says as she fishes for her housekeys within the pockets of her jacket,
