It was her boss - and part time teacher - at the garage who told Charitas that:<b><i>"Cherry, you better take some free time and do something not connected to mechanics..."</i></b>after the young ... woman cursed up a storm and threw some tools and components because something was not fitting in its supposed place within a cherry red 64 impala.<b>"Cher, you asshole, or Charity!"</b>fumed the more than girl, but threw down the oily rags after cleaning up her hands as much as possible before washing it with the industrial cleaner.<br/><br/>But she went. And tried. But her life was all about mechanics, either doing or studying, so as a last resort, she went into a bookstore to find somethin different to read... buy some new books - or old ones, as she realized it was an used books store - if it was on her favorite subject that would not be bad either. Finally she choose three, and only got the wayward flyer because it had fallen down from somewhere in the shop, and it looked like it would be going into the trash anyway. Charitas grabbed it as a book-mark.<br/><br/>It was just luck that she read the paper before the proposed time... Seeing that all three books was about mechanics and engineering, she did not wanted to lie to the man when he asked monday if she took some time off... An evening of some game was not that bad choice. So, Charitas grabbed a six pack of beer, and walked over. Way over, as the adress was not that close to the dorms, so she was happy to arrive finally. Happy enough to start singing along with the loud music until she knocked on the door. Her singing voice was to deep and cloudy to be feminine, but too husky to be masculine. Also, quite false, but she did not cared.<br/><br/>"<b>Hello. Here, I came for this."</b>she pushed the rumpled flyer at Katie - aiming at the open cleveage if the big girl had some.<b>"Call me Charitas or Cher, where is the fridge?"</b>she lifted up the six-pack in her other hand, showing the not so cold but quality beer.<b>"Bathroom?"</b>she asked next, as she wanted to freshen up, being a little hot and sweaty after the power-walk.