Mellory eventually made her way to the front of the shop and sat down on a wooden seat, with cigarette in hand. It was already lit and the smell of the tobacco made Mellory feel far less miserable. Long drags of the cigarette filled the minutes that she spent outside the store. She watched cars go by, some likely going to the gas station to refuel or to buy a coffee from the small machine they had. She hated coffee, tea was even worse. Iced tea was her favourite drink though, especially super fruity ones.

The morning had dwindled past with no customers so far and Mellory was considering closing up and going home, she had painting to do and work to do on the car. She didn't know much about cars, so anything she did was taught by internet videos. She didn't have the money spare to have it properly looked at.