A Constant Reminder by Lolah Lace

annoy her like it should have. She instantly felt attracted to him. Damn, he’s tall she said in her mind and was happy it didn’t come out her mouth.
    “Well you’ve come to the right place. The sign says we do oil changes here so we do oil changes here.”
    Roxanne smiled involuntarily. “Well if the sign says it. Then it must be true.” Roxanne pressed her lips together. She couldn’t believe she had just said that.
    “You just go take a seat in the waiting area and it’ll only be a few minutes.”
    “Okay.”
    “I’m going to take a look at everything and see what you need.” He suggestively muttered while giving Roxanne a seemingly quick visual full body scan.
    She knew he was really flirting. “Thanks.”
    “No.” He paused for what seemed like forever. “Thank you.” His eyes scanned her body again and she noticed the intrusion. She couldn’t believe his nerve but she was flattered because she had a terrible day at work. She didn’t think she was all that attractive today. She was wearing a gray suit and gray wasn’t really a color that popped on brown skin. Plus he was really cute with his bluish gray eyes and honey blonde hair. He probably flirted with every woman that pulled into his little station. He could get away with it, the body, the eyes, the face.
    Roxanne walked over to the adjoining waiting area. It was just a few feet away from her car. She took a seat, crossed her legs and grabbed a magazine off the table next to her chair. Why she took the magazine was a mystery. She wasn’t going to read it. She was a little distracted by the oil change guy.
    She looked straight ahead at the service desk and noticed another male employee standing behind the counter watching a trashy television talk show. He was completely enthralled in the show. She recognized it was The Maury Povich Show. How many paternity tests could one person watch? She thought and grinned to herself.
    There was another woman with two small kids in the waiting area. There was another customer outside the front door having a smoke.
    Roxanne had a clear unobstructed view of the oil change guy. She slyly peeked over at him. Their eyes met again. He was watching her. She hadn’t imagined that he was actually checking her out from afar. It was pretty obvious. Roxanne quickly looked into the magazine. She realized the magazine was up side down. She turned it right side up and giggled to herself.
    Every time she looked out at her car it seemed she would catch his eye. She refrained from looking his way. She was afraid he might make a mistake while changing the oil. She really didn’t need any car trouble. Roxanne took her cell phone out and started scrolling through her Facebook newsfeed.
    The oil change was taking a bit longer than Roxanne expected. She wasn’t in a rush but she couldn’t help watch the wall clock that was in her direct line of view.
    He sauntered into the waiting area wiping the oil off his fingers with a handkerchief. Roxanne stood when his eyes guided her to do so. How did he do that? He stood in front of her, much too close, close like they had been intimate.
    “Follow me.” He demanded.
    Roxanne followed him to her car.
    “It’s been a long time since you had an oil change.” He looked down on her with blue-gray scolding eyes.
    “Yeah I know.”
    “You have to get an oil change every three thousand miles.”
    “Yeah I know.”
    “If not you could really damage your car, really damage the engine. It’s no joke.”
    “I know I just forgot.”
    “Your boyfriend is supposed to remind you.”
    “I don’t, I don’t have a boyfriend.” She stuttered. She was shocked that she told him the truth and that she let him trick it out of her.
    “I could call you and remind you.”
    Roxanne was flustered and she couldn’t hide it. She was resigned to regain her composure. This guy wasn’t the CEO of a Fortune 500 company. He was the oil change guy. That’s not even a real mechanic. She mused then