Emilio would absolutely describe himself as lazy. He rather left household chores to someone else, especially since he considered himself as a guest in Juan's apartment. Although it might not have been much different if he had been the one living here. That however didn't change the fact that he was easily bored. Three episodes of Peaky Blinders managed to keep his attention, during the fourth he got bored. He however neither knew what else to do. Going into town, looking for a job? Juan had told him to kick him out if he didn't find a job within a week, but he doubted it was something he would really do. That was not him. He however was neither in the mood to fight, and for some reason, he didn't want to disappoint his friend. Maybe he could find something on the internet.

His laptop however was broken since that bitch had thrown it out of the window. He should go to her and demand a new one, but it was a one-hour drive and he didn't look forward to wasting more time on her. Maybe the thing could be fixed; there had to be some tech guy around in a university town like this. If he looked around to see if there were any job advertisements stuck to the window on his way to the repair service, he could at least tell Juan that he had looked around. At least he would have done something useful today.

Picking up his bag, he put the laptop in it and closed the door behind him. Using his phone he searched for the nearest computer repairman, then he started to walk towards the old town. Now everyone had received their new timetables, there were indeed some advertisements here and there; at least a shoe shop and a snack bar were looking for extra manpower. Neither of them sounded very compelling. Once again he thought back to Alex's offer. Should he do it anyway? He doubted she would give him a second chance, and he hated nothing more than crawling back to someone and apologize. But giving up a bit of his pride to do what he liked, was better than hovering over a frying pan all day long.

He however had no idea at what garage she was working at. Maybe Juan could figure out who Alex's little sister was, she could undoubtedly tell him the address. That was at least some kind of plan. That was enough for today.

"Did you look around for a job?" Juan asked later that day.

"I dropped my laptop at some dork to fix it."

"That's no answer to my question."

"Fuck — sometimes you really sound like my mom."

"Well someone has to."

"I came across nothing interesting," he replied, reaching over the table to drink from his beer. "I did look around, y'know. They were lookin' for personnel at a snack bar. And a shoe shop."

Juan smirked. "At least you'll see a lot of chicks at a shoe shop."

Emilio snorted. "Only faggots work at a shoe shop. Anyway, think I'ma talk to that Alex again."

Surprised, Juan raised his eyebrows. Emilio understood. After all, he wasn't someone who easily took back his words and he certainly never told someone else when he did so. Nevertheless, Emilio believed this was his best chance.

"Okay. Sounds like a plan."

"Yeah." A silence fell. "Gotta figure out where she works tho. She told me her lil sister lives somewhere in this building."

"Yeah, Jip. She lives at number 3." A smile crossed Juan's lips. "I already asked around a bit, in case you would change your mind."

"Oh, chill. I'll ask her soon."

"You could ask her now. That way, I won't need to remind you to go to her a hundred times."

Emilio hesitated.

"What?" Juan huffed. "You want me to hold your hand?"

Emilio cast him a dark glance which only made his friend chuckle, then he got up from the couch and left the room.

In silence, Emilio cursed Juan for being such an ass. A little harder than might be normal, he slammed his fist against the wood of number three while he waited until someone opened the door. It was a pretty redhead who showed her face.

"Hi!" she said.

"Damn." Emilio whistled while he gave the girl a once-over. "They didn't tell me Miss Universe was livin' here too."

"Ehm... I don't think she is!"

"Well — you're just as beautiful." He gave her a wink, leaning with his shoulder against the door while he looked inside. Nobody else seemed to be around. To be sure, he said: "I'm lookin' for Jip."

"That's me!" She stared at him with wide eyes full of surprise.

Wow. He couldn't think of a bigger contrast between this simple-minded girl and her manly sister.

"I have an appointment with your sister. At the garage where she works, but I forgot to ask her what garage that is." He smiled a bit sheepishly.

"Garage Groen," she told him. "Daddy is the owner."

"Okay, awesome." He hesitated. He knew what he'd wanted to know, but there was something about her he liked. Something very innocent. "What were you doin'?"

"Drawing," Jip said. "On my iPad."

"Oh. So what kind of things do you draw? Can I see it?"

Jip nodded. She let him in and picked up a large iPad Pro, showing him a drawing of a puppy.

It wasn't like he was very interested in her drawings — she didn't strike him as the type of girl liking to draw naked chicks — but he didn't think he would make a lot of friends when he said that out loud.

"You're really talented," he said without lying. "You draw only animals?"

"And people! Their poses can be so different, and their expressions, activities..." She looked at him. "What do you like to do when you're alone?"

"Taking a ride with my bike. Watchin' por— eh, movies... shit like that."

Slipping his hands in his pockets, he wondered when had been the last time someone had asked him that question. He couldn't remember. His contacts with girls were usually only about one thing.

"What kind of movies do you like?"

Emilio didn't consider himself as someone with a shitload of people skills, but he had this feeling this girl wouldn't watch hardcore porn and he didn't want to scare her. "Romantic movies," he said instead. And well — there was that much difference between both genres. In the end, every character wanted the same. "Nothing as beautiful as awakening love."

Jip's eyes widened. "Really? Those are my favorite movies too! What one is your favorite?"

Well — that was a hell of a question. "I'm not that good at remembering titles," he answered before he would come up with some random title which she might actually know. "What about you?"

"My favorite movie is Love Actually," she said enthusiastically. "For that are many romantic stories in one movie!"

Emilio was inclined to take a step closer, but something kept him from doing so. He however did keep her glance. "I never saw that one." He paused. "We can watch it together some time if you like? I mean — usually, I watch movies alone, but I'd like to know some more people around here."

Yeah — it was fucking obvious what he was trying, but maybe she'd fall for it.

"Oh yes, we could do that! I neither know a lot of people around here. By the way, what is your name?"

Emilio bit back a smirk when her cheeks started to flush. "Emilio."

"Okay! So, when do you want to watch the movie?"

"You tell me. My life isn't that exciting."

"Friday night?" she suggested.

"Yeah sure. You want me to come here?" he asked, assuming she would feel more comfortable in her own room.

"Okay! I will ask my roommates if they mind if I claim the television that night."

Oh — that was not what he had in mind. He didn't plan on sitting in the living room. He leaned into her, whispering: "Actually, I hoped you and I would be alone." He gave her a meaningful look. "Doesn't that sound more romantic?"

"Oh!" Jip covered her mouth with her hand and started to giggle. "Yes, that sounds more romantic! So... is this a date?" she whispered.

"Eh — if you want it to be a date? I've never had a date. I can't promise you I won't become shy."

"You can promise it, but you're not sure if you can keep your promise," Jip nodded. "I never had a date either! But I like to call this a date!"

Emilio wondered if he could convince her that kissing was part of a first date, Friday. Had she ever kissed at all? "Okay, sounds good. See you Friday!

Two days ago, Emilio had stand in front of garage Groen as well.

Yet, something had kept him from entering the building. What should he say? He didn't like to apologize or to admit that he had been wrong, and she really struck him as the type that would make him crawl.

Instead of confronting Alex, he had gone to other garages in town, asking if they could use someone. But no — since this was the first week after the summer break, all trainee-ships were given away.

He saw that Alex had offered him a golden opportunity, and once again he had spoken before using his brain. She probably wasn't going to give him a second chance. Yet, he hadn't much of a choice and so, he was standing in front of the garage again.

Only after parking his bike and turning towards the entrance of the building, he saw her, leaning against a pile of car tires. Now, there really was no way back.

She greeted him with an upward nod, blowing out a cloud of smoke.

"Lost?" she asked him with raised eyebrows.

Nope, she wasn't going to make this easy for him.

"Is that offer still standing?"

"No." She leaned back, her eyes scanning his body. He didn't know if it was because she looked like a guy, but it made him feel uncomfortable, even when he knew he always looked at girls like that. "But feel free to make me change my mind."

Right. What was he supposed to say now? "How?" he grumbled.

She shrugged her shoulders. "I think my colleagues would suggest a blowjob. This is the only garage in town in which you can choose between dick and pussy, so it's your lucky day." With a smirk, she nodded to a fat mechanic who pushed himself between two cars. "Benny will volunteer, in case you prefer dick."

Emilio stared at her. He had no idea if she was serious. Her face told him she was, but there was a sparkle in her eyes.

"You're fuckin' me."

"I wouldn't mind to."

His fingers clenched into a fist. "Just tell me if that offer still stands."

"With a good counter offer it does. You can't convince me you don't know how to please a woman. Give it your best shot, I'd say." Suggestively, she moved her knees apart. "If you're good, we might work something out."

Emilio gritted his teeth. This bitch was crazy. He was inclined to turn around, but somehow he was too proud to actually do so.

"Fine," he grumbled.

She was probably bluffing anyway, although her smirk made him doubt that. She was surrounded by men here, it wouldn't surprise him if this was her usual way to get some.

"Good boy. Let's go to my office then." She winked.

He felt red spots creep up along his neck. Had he ever felt this uncomfortable? Walking away now however would mean loss of face as well. What would he tell Juan? He had told him to have a job by tomorrow. It wasn't like he'd never had a whore before.

But this time you're the whore, man.

Nevertheless, he walked to the back of the building. She led him through a small hallway to the back office. Gesturing him inside, she closed the door and locked it.

Emilio swallowed, suddenly he felt hot as hell. She sat down on her desk, pointing at the floor. "Get on your knees, Bambi."

"Bambi?" he grumbled.

"You're not used to following orders, are you? That might cause some trouble if I'm going to be your supervisor."

"And this ain't illegal, between teacher and student?"

"We haven't signed anything yet." Tilting her head, she looked at his waist. "Seems like your little friend is in the mood, tho."

Embarrassed, he turned away from her. He didn't understand why his body responded this way. He liked to be in control, to order some bitch to get down on her knees. He never thought that someone else's dominance would turn him on.

A few breathless seconds he stared at the floor in front of the desk. Was he really this desperate? Or should he just do her on this desk, was that what she really wanted?

He almost told her he had a date with her little sister tonight to talk himself out of this, but he knew she would only tell him to stay away from Jip. He aimed his dark glance at her face. She looked so arrogant, so sure of herself. His glance wandered to her muscled arms, to the dark ink. She wasn't exactly the type he would fall for, but he couldn't deny that there was something in her attitude that turned him on, making him wonder how sex would be with a girl that was so different from all other chicks he had banged. His breathing fell heavier and he swallowed nervously.

Yes — nervously. He didn't even know he had it in him.

As if his feet operated independently from his brain, he walked towards her until he stood between her legs. He stared at her lips, to the ring in the bottom one. Maybe he should kiss her first, or...

Suddenly she started to laugh. "Damn boy. I'm just jokin' man." She raised her knee at the level of his stomach and pushed him away. "But okay. You're at least motivated and despite that dirty mind of yours you have acted a bit professional." She pushed herself away from the desk, sat down on the desk chair, and pointed to the other side of the table. "Tell me. What are you capable of?"

"In the field of cars?" he asked cynically, feeling incredibly embarrassed.

"Yeah, Bambi. Cars. Bikes."

His jaw tensed at the sound of his new nickname, but he knew better than complaining about it. Instead, he tried to forget about the whole incident, summing up the things he had experience with.