<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i46.tinypic.com/1zch2rs.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_u">GM Post</span> -Feat. Aaron Shepard</span><br/><span class="bbc_u">Location</span>- Outer area of garage/back docks interior, smoking<br/><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span>- - - 1:08 pm<br/><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span>- Lisa Yamata<br/><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>The air was soft upstairs, even as the brisk air from the lake swept in through the door as it eventually let itself stay open, too many people were inside to notice, and the California spring was settling in. The temperature was supposed to be in the mid-seventies. The weatherman was spot on, there were some unexpected clouds rolling in from Shasta, but they would burn away under the eleven hour sunshine, and then cling to the ground by the break of morning.<br/><br/>Lee flexed. He didn't know why. Blaire had already moved past him and it was too late. It had been a long day for him, and he felt bad for convincing Lisa to handle the oil-tank on the Civic. had wanted to respond to Jamie, but what had ended up happening was enough painful for him. There was a lot of stimulation -cigarettes, pink, biceps, and cleavage - around as everyone gathered, and nothing that came to Lee's mind gave him any reason to speak. He re-positioned himself toward her and shrugged his shoulders late, almost as if to say; 'I wish I could tell you', his eyebrows folded and his eyelids sank.<br/><br/>The door to the office downstairs clicked open and Aaron appeared in the door-frame, mid-pace, smoke in hand, a match attached to a strike-strip, his eyes pinned on Junior as he closed the door and lit his cigarette in the garage.<br/><br/>"Aaron." The mechanic looked scared. Shepard liked it that way. He was like the boss' unseen eyes and ears. He was never around, and he was always<em>listening</em>. "When did you get here?" The boys hand was stuck inside of the Mazda's engine, it<em>wasn't</em>running but it looked unnatural to Aaron anyway. So his eyes creased, and he looked skeptical while he took his first few drags. He let the moment linger, rather than thinking about a response. Aaron thought about why that was the question Junior had asked. He started to step out of the garage, almost as if he wasn't going to answer at all.<br/><br/>Aaron didn't look at the boy as he walked away with a wry smile. "Well, I got here before you did." He hadn't been rude, he had only treated Junior like a child, which, he was. Junior was left with thick air to breathe. His fingers almost let a nut fall into the engine. He took a deep breathe and kept working. "where's your fucking car old man." He whispered to himself within a simpleton's frustration.<br/><br/>Lee had no trouble finding Jason. He leaned out of the open door and motioned. As he had with Jamie, and unintentionally with Blaire; he communicated without speaking at all. He pulled his head and his hand back to bring the boss into the room. The man was already walking his direction anyway. Lee's arms weren't corssed, which usually meant that he was excited. It was true, the young man had never seen Hellyer this excited. For a second, he thought that this doctor had witnessed one too many deaths this morning at the hospital, and he was announcing his new best friend: 'a wine bottle' or something... In all respects, Lee was expecting to see a shit show psychopathic conflict occur.<br/><br/>He was hardly disappointed as the situation developed.<br/><br/>Meanwhile Aaron had taken a brief walk by himself to the side door of the shop. He smoked his cigarette quietly, with a sideways view of the new Mitsubishi in the front lot. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a key-chain. He held the keys up close to the smoke escaping from his lips. He picked one key out and turned around to open the side door of the building.<br/><br/>The utility latch opened and Aaron let the sounds of drum bass come into the parking lot outside. He had put himself adjeacent to Lisa as she fumed over the stripped nut of the oil-pan . "For a second, I thought that ratchet on the bench was a part of your music. S'everything alright?" He was trying to make light of the moment, and he hoped that his tone suggested as much. Although, Aaron's tone was always slightly bitter and serious. He wandered into Lisa's area with his lit cigarette. He was an old fashion type of guy. He kept his eyes in respectable places, and they were soft, in contrast to the scrunched and worn out skin around his eyes and mouth.<br/><br/>Ever-aware, Aaron stayed close to the side-door, listening for voices. By now, he had figured out that that new white eclipse belonged to the good doctor.