She saw money change hands and the hood of the car drop down. That looked like a deal done. Both men seemed to glance in her direction and that, Anita took as a sign that their business was concluded. She remounted the ageing Harley and kicked it into life, rather than hand wheel it the few yards. It was too damned heavy for that!<br/><br/>She wobbled to a stop and yelled over the roar of the two engines, "You Jacobs? They say you're good. With machines, that is. Summat's wrong with the back end, I think I bent a fork, or wrecked a shock? Anyroad, they say you can fix anything." As she said this, she slid off and killed the engine, leaving the keys in, then glanced in through the car window at the other guy.<br/><br/>He was a dream. She had no idea why she was attracted to him, but she was. "Any chance of a lift? Mister Testosterone here's gonna need the rest o' the day to fix my 'cycle." She was already opening the car door before getting a reply. Anita glanced up at Jacobs. "I'll pick it up tomorrow, okay?"