#rustrepair

A light breeze tousled Rusty’s hair a bit as he made his way down the track. Coupled behind him was Wrench, who gave glances at the moving scenery as she held a firm grip on the steam train’s couplings. The black and bronze switcher had the day off, as did the repair truck, which was much-needed in her opinion. Since both of them were off, Rusty purposed that he take Wrench to a spot he himself went to relax after a hard days work if he had time. Of course , she said yes and the two set course for the countryside.

‘Here we are.” Rusty announced as he came to a stop. Their destination was a grassy hill with a small patches of flowers here and there. Wrench uncoupled from Rusty and the two stepped off the track, onto the lush green field. Wrench let out a relaxed sigh as she sat down, happy to be off her wheels. Rusty sat down next to her. He took off his hat and ran a hand through his curly, brown hair. “This place is really nice.” said Wrench. Her eyes scanned the verdant pasture and colorful blossoms. “Very beautiful.” “I’m glad you like it.” Rusty replied “Thought it would be nice to take you somewhere you can relax and be at peace.” Wrench’s red lips formed a soft smile. “I appreciate it.” She closed her brown eyes and tilted her head, basking in the calming atmosphere. “I love my job, but I admit, it takes a lot out of me.” You’re great at it though.” The steam train complemented. “That is true.” The crane car replied with a hint of pride.

Rusty couldn’t help but stare at the repair truck, taking on her features. Her alabaster face, bright red lips, the matching sharp streaks on her cheekbones, light blue eyeshadow completed the look. Rusty’s cheeks turned a light pink. Wrench was never too concerned about how she looked, but Rusty couldn’t help but admire the natural beauty she had about her. “It’s impolite to stare, you know.” The sound of the repair truck’s voice snapped Rusty out of his trance. His blush darkened as he realized he’d been caught staring. “S-sorry! I didn’t mean to stare.” The steam train looked at his lap in embarrassment. Wrench chuckled at the brunette steam train. “Relax Rusty.” she soothed good-naturedly. “I prefer your gaze, anyway.” Rusty rubbed the back of his neck and gave a shy smile.

Another light breeze picked up and Wrench took that moment to take off her crane-like helmet. Her uncovered hair was ginger-red in the style of a pixie cut. The repair truck put her helmet to the side and ran a hand through her short-cropped hair. Rusty couldn’t help but stare again. He had never seen Wrench without her helmet before; he had to admit, her hair was beautiful. The red suited her nicely. As he continued to gaze at the silver crane car, his mouth moved before he realized it. “Wow, You’re really pretty.” A flustered look and pink blush appeared on Wrench’s face. These two things made the black and bronze engine realize that he’d said those words out loud. “I’m sorry! T-that just slipped out! I-I didn’t mean-” “No no! It’s fine, really!” Wrench interrupted, making Rusty go silent. She adopted an uncharacteristically bashful look as she cleared her throat and ran her fingers through her red hair.