Jailbird's Roommate (Completed)

Chapter 5: In Which They Fall for Each Other Gradually

In the past, Noah had a great deal of experience in automobile mechanics. It was basically his guilty pleasure and a way of getting away from life for him, he used to work on his car and motorbike all the time, in other words, he worshiped them. He even thought about getting a degree in mechanical engineering but he had no time. It was often that he would go to this mechanic's place nearby and work there as a part-time job, it didn't matter how much he got paid for that since money was the least of his concerns at the time, he had his ways to obtain his bacon.

As of now the mechanic's place used to work at had closed, the police had eventually figured out that the owner was hiding black money in the shop. Noah of course already knew that but chose to keep quiet since it was none of his business plus he was no saint either.

Noah had been on a job spree since morning since he dropped of Bluebell but to no luck, again he was a criminal on parole. He wouldn't hire himself and not everybody was Bluebell.

Noah took in a deep sigh and headed for the busy mechanic shop if you call it that. It was actually a motorcycle club that ran the place and it was supposed to be Noah's last resort but well things eventually came down to it.

"Hey man, you guys hiring ?" Noah asked one of the guys standing there.

"Nope" was his simple reply.

"I am really good at this mechanics job and have a great deal of experience" Noah tried to convince.

"Look, man, I am busy here we're not....." the guy was cut short as a buff man in his late 40s stood up and said

"Let the pretty boy in, I am sure we can use an extra set of hands," he said in a gruff voice, it was clear that he was one of the bikers with his heavily tatted arms and a long beard. Typical.

"Yes boss. show me your credentials" the guy said and Noah gave him his ID and stuff ready to be told off.

"You're on parole...." the guy asked with a raised eyebrow and Noah nodded sighing.

"What for ?" he asked and Noah tensed.

He wanted to say something snarky like ' none of your f*****g business' but he really needed the job.

"Uhhh..... bad stuff..."Noah replied not being able to come up with anything else.

"Yeah well no shit.... you don't wanna tell then don't, I'll let boss decide," the guy said turning back.

"Boss he is on parole, doesn't wanna tell what for, what should I do?'' he yelled so that his voice reached the biker who was at the far end pouring capacitor oil.

"Yea well the boy is troubled, hire him, we ain't no saints either" the biker yelled back and the guy turned back to Noah passing him a tight smile.

"Welcome to Gerald's garage then I suppose," he said.

Noah couldn't help but smile. He had a job now hopefully things would fall into place gradually. He even had Bluebell, not officially but he will gradually.

"Hey Beth hand over the bill to table 8 please, those guys have been waiting for a while now plus they are the last ones, we're calling it a day after they're gone" Bluebell ordered one of her workers.

"Yep boss, on my way" Beth said taking the notepad with her.

Bluebell took out the last batch of chocolate scones for the day, keeping them on the counter to cool down so that the chocolate would completely settle and would be ready for the next day.

She took off her oven mitts and put them aside on top of the oven and wiped her hands off on her apron.

She went out of the kitchen to the sitting area, ready to go home. She had an exhausting day to say the least.

To her surprise and relief, she saw Noah already sitting at one of the booths tapping his fingers, clearly waiting for her patiently. Even the thought of walking home with him and then getting a good night's sleep made Bluebell sigh in content.

"Hi" she greeted shyly walking up to him.

Even though he lived with her now, she couldn't help but feel shy around him and the fact that he made her nervous didn't help her case much either.

"Hey, you ready to go sweetheart?" Noah asked and she blushed at the endearment.

"Yes um... just gonna go pick up my things" she said, scurrying off to get her things.

Noah smirked to himself while sitting there waiting for her to come back, he saw how flushed she was, he made her nervous.

She was back in no time with her handbag and he stood up towering over her, both of them ready to get going.

"Beth will you please lock up and leave the keys with Mr.Poe, I'll collect them from him in the morning" Bluebell said and Beth shouted a 'sure' from the kitchen.

"Let's go" she said smiling up at him and they both made their way towards the exit.

It was quite chilly outside especially since the two of them had come out from Bluebell's cozy diner. Even though Bluebell had on a huge coat that basically engulfed her, her teeth still chattered as the breeze passed her face, perhaps it was the lack of layer of fat on her body that kept her from staying warm.

Her chitter chattering teeth didn't go unnoticed by Noah.

"C'mere I got you" he said pulling her towards him and tucking her into one side of the warm coat and his warm body heat.

For the millionth time that night Bluebell turned crimson but nonetheless, she snuggled into his warmth more, wrapping both arms around him as they walked back to the apartment.