Arabella glared at the girl named Lana as she scratched her head like an idiot. With the music off, her nervous laugh, which died as quickly as it came, was even more irritating.
Arabella sat on the stool with her arms folded, and when she spoke, Arabella didn't bother hiding her frustration in her voice.
"So, are you a mechanic or a carjacker?"
"I was drunk."
"That's even worse."
Lana went quiet, her shoulders shrinking as if she were trying to make herself smaller.
Arabella shook her head. She was still trying to process what she had just heard.
For a moment, she forced herself to push everything else aside and focus on the practical details.
"Did she give you her contact info? Or anything like that?"
Something for Arabella to contact her sister.
"I forgot," the girl only bit her lip and looked at the pink car. "That... that was why I did the modifications."
"And did she take yours?"
Lana shook her head.
Arabella stared at her, stunned.
