When I stood up, my mechanic had a big grin on his face, but very professionally told me that I could wait until the job was done in the waiting room ...at the end of the workshop. I thanked him and walked towards the waiting room. As I was walking along the side of the workshop I passed a hole in the wall as a young mechanic was walking out of it, carrying an open bottle of something. I didn't see him straight away, and he wasn't concentrating on where he was going and we collided. Part of the. "I would like to see the Art Gallery and the Marine Museum," Mark said. "I've always loved anything to do with the sea." "Me too." "Maybe we could do more shopping." She glanced at him over the top of her glass. "Maybe." "So it wasn't all terrible?" Beth shook her head. "Monique was great. I wouldn't mind going back to her store again. They had some more casual wear that I liked. As much as I love this dress, I can't wear it all the time." "Too bad," replied Mark. "I think you look beautiful.". She was trapped. ***** The cab drew to a halt just outside the entrance of West Avenue. The driver, a scarred dark-skinned man with a thick moustache turned round in his seat to look at his passenger, who was staring out of the window at the sight of all those grand houses. ‘Here you are,’ he sad. ‘This is where the rich people come to live when their old houses are too small.’ ‘That sounds about right,’ replied the passenger dryly. ‘You visiting some friends here?’ the driver asked gesturing. Terry just shrugged again."I suppose," he muttered although he didn't feel like going out.Terry had asked her out dozens of time over the last few years but she always shook her head making her long golden hair sway beautifully especial if the light was behind her. It wasn't that he was ugly or anything; in facted he had seen some of the looks the other girls were giving him."I'll come round for you at eight then," suggested Barry breaking into his friend's thoughts and the two friends.