He never looked up as he worked, though his attention was focused on her. Her every move and sound was noticed and analyzed.<br/><br/>"Think of it as a fashion statement." He answered with a slight chuckle as she mentioned his stained pants.<br/><br/>His thoughts were slow, meticulous, driven. As she continued speaking, he felt the beginnings of excitement begin to stir within him.<br/><br/>"There is no need for thanks, ma'am. Your company is quite enough payment." He smiled, glancing up to meet her eyes ever so briefly.<br/><br/>When she entered the building, he quickly pulled the flattened tire free and was working to tighten the bolts on the spare as she moved around to the passenger side of the car. He heard her move around inside, felt the car jostle as she did so. His lips pulled into a hint of a smile. The water. She had to be after the water.<br/><br/>Please that things had gone so perfectly thus far, he left the bolts slightly loosened, working much slower now. He was pretending to wrestle with a lug nut as she came around the rear of the car. He would need only a few minutes, and half the bottle of water, and his plan could move forward. For now, he had only to keep her relaxed and happy. He knew it wouldn't be difficult.<br/><br/>"I must say... I have never found a flat tire to be so fortunate before..." he didn't look up from his feigned wrestling, offering a mild grunt of assumed effort.