[center][color=teal][h2]Jessamyn "Jess" Bailey[/h2][/color][/center]

Following Roxy into the shop, Jess flinched back as an all-too-familiar figure strode through the door. She'd had a gut-churning suspicion this man would be a regular visitor, and it seemed she was right. [color=teal]"Ok, if we get any customers I'll let them know,"[/color] she called, trying her best to sound calm and professional as the anchor stomped away after him. Not that it would do much good around this creep.

She busied herself with the few trivial tasks she could right now, starting up the computer, checking and re-checking appointments. All the while, she couldn't help imagining what this guy must want, no matter how much she hated to think of the possibilities. The sparks of anger she could still feel from Roxy made her teeth clench. A jerk working for a rich guy, the anchor had said... Jess remembered the phone call that had started all this, the muffled conversation, Roxy hissing a word that had sounded like "father". If only she had some idea what was going on, and more importantly, some way to help...

[color=teal]"Oh! Hi there."[/color] Jess swivelled round on the chair as a tattooed man with a leather jacket stepped into the garage. Someone who looked more like one of the usual customers, to her relief. [color=teal]"I'm afraid our mechanic isn't here right now, but she'll only be a few minutes,"[/color] she explained as if everything were perfectly normal, hoping she wasn't making it obvious it was anything but.