#interaction.dominic

Hanging around the garage in broad daylight was risky for her social image, as Emmy liked to claim every time she walked into the facility, but in truth, it was the highlight of her day to plop herself down on the nearest stool, spinning casually, as Dom regretfully worked on whatever her vintage car needed. After running her previous car into the ground for over a decade, she made a promise to herself that she was going to keep up with this one, especially with the price tag it had on it when she had purchased it. Unfortunately for her, the vintage car needed a lot of upkeep, which led her to bothering Dominic Baccari more often than not. Today was a simple oil change, thankfully, but it didn’t stop her from planting herself on a stool nearby, spinning once, before opening her mouth with an obnoxious grin. “Make sure you keep those grubby hands off of her paint job, she is a woman of beauty and high standards, after all.”

“Please tell me I can sue them for a faulty car,” Emmy started as soon as Dom hopped down from the tow truck, her own body leaning against the red exterior of her own, currently refusing to work, car. “Better yet, can I sue you? I’m pretty sure you were under there last and now it’s suddenly not working again, so who’s fault is that?” Her eyes rolled, her arms crossed, and she had been in much better moods than the one that her car leaving her sit on some random backroad in Bighorn Hills left her in. God, maybe she should have just fessed up to loving Val, taken the risk, at least she could have called the woman to come rescue her, again, instead of Dominic-freaking-Baccari of all people. “You know what, I know you’re going to say something annoying so you can just, not even bother answering that question.”