A/N: Hello everyone! After episode 5 aired this week I decided to write a little Modern AU about Jecki and Osha. It is extremely fluffy. Here is an extract and if you want to read the whole story you will find the link at the end!
Jecki pushed the scooter to the edge of the garage then called:
“Excuse me? I could use some help?”
She looked on either side of the car but could not spot any mechanic wearing a jumpsuit who could help her. Then, she heard wheels on the concrete floor and looked down. The mechanic was coming out of under the car. She was wearing a jumpsuit, but had wrapped the top around her waist. A dark green tank top freed her strong arms, with a little tattoo on the right one. They flexed as she rolled herself from under the car and Jecki could feel herself blushing.
“Hey, sorry,” the mechanic said. “Do you have an appointment?”
“Er… No… My scooter just broke down and Sol recommended I come here.”
The mechanic stood up and brushed her grease-stained hands on her pants. Jecki took the time to look at her once more. They were the same height. The mechanic had thin, ruddy colored dreadlocks. Her brown skin was stained with little dots of grease. Her dark eyes landed on Jecki and she smiled.
“You work for Sol?”
“How do you know?” Jecki replied, doing her best not to stutter as the mechanic continued to look at her.
“You’re wearing a ‘Master Sol’s Korean Noodle Bar’ shirt.”
Jecki looked down at herself. She had forgotten that she was dressed for work.
“Oh yeah…”
“I used to work there too, a few years ago.”
Jecki’s mouth fell open.
“You did?”
It certainly explained why Sol had recommended the mechanic’s shop to her.
“I’m Osha,” the mechanics said as she held out a hand.
“Jecki. Is that a nickname, Osha? Like did you get a lot of OSHA violations so they…”
She pursed her lips to stop herself from talking when she realized how stupid she sounded. Osha’s smile hadn’t fallen, but she shook her head.
“My name is Verosha, but my friends call me Osha.”
“Well, Jecki isn’t short for anything, it’s…”
She cleared her throat.
“Can you help me with my scooter?”