Ye Olde Gas Pumpe. Paige pulls up in her Beemer. Bella walks over to her. "I don't know what just happened," Paige says while getting out of her car. Bella says it sounds like Paige's "cable snapped." She holds a spotless red rag. Now, my boyfriend works on his car every once in a while, and I know that the red rag of motor-care is not only coveted by mechanics, but is more loved the dirtier it is. He's got like, three of these things in his tool kit, and they stink so bad that you cannot go near the open box. They smell like feet dipped in oil. Bella hasn't actually touched a car her entire life.
MALE FANTASY ALERT. Bella and Paige are lying underneath the car. Perky Breasts in blue tell Perky Breasts On Their Side that they are okay for now, but "the hook is definitely tweaked so [they'll] have to get it fixed at some point." "You saved my life," Paige says for absolutely no reason as she rolls out from under the car. Paige pulls Bella up to her feet. Oh, how fucking cute. Bella has her first smear of grease. It's a giant stripe across her forehead. She's all smiley and greasy. I hate her. Still holding onto Paige's hand she says, "Oh, I love French manicures." Paige asks how much she owes her. Bella gives a look back to the station and thinks, "Oh, the hell with it. It's 1957 here. We'd only charge a nickel anyway." She tells Paige it's on the house. Paige thanks her. Smile. Smile. Smirk. "Cool." Stink-eye.