She could always trust her co-workers to never leave anything within her reach while she was working. It was a pain in her ass, and it was something she had voiced complains about. Nothing worked. They didn't treat her fair, and it probably had to do with being a female. It certainly wasn't because she was a mythic. No, that wasn't something they knew. No one knew. No one that mattered, anyway. With a loud sigh, Ash snatched the wrench from up above, chipped fingernails scratching the ground in search of her tool. Trester had been hit with several bouts of rain as winter drew closer, which meant that more people were bringing in cars. Some wanted to prepare for the inevitable snow, others wanted tires changed, and some were just having problems. On that day, Ash was the only one working. There were only five employees total, since the garage was small. Trester was a big city, but half the population was fixated on bikes for whatever reason. She herself had a motorcycle, but two wheels were preferred over four for Trester's citizens. It made her job easier, which wasn't so bad. "Carpenter!" Ash peered out from where she was working to see her boss standing in the doorway. "Lunch break. Clock's still broken out here so I figured I'd let ya know." "Thanks. Be out in a sec," she answered, watching him nod and return to his spot. Once he was gone, she threw her work shirt off, revealing a black, thin strapped tank top. Given that it was both chilly and still raining outside, Ash slid her arms into her plaid flannel and buttoned up the bottom. Checking her jeans for oil stains, she tightened the laces on her boots and walked out the front of the garage. She made a quick stop inside to grab her wallet and her jacket, two things she never left without. "Hideout for coffee. Want anything?" "Nah, I'm good. We don't have an appointment until 2 or something, so be back around then," Ash's boss said before waving her off. Her boss was one of the few people she didn't actively dislike, but his employees took care of that one easily. Still, she found the boss to be amenable more often than not, treating her as an equal rather than a bother. Stepping out into the rain, Ash didn't even try to cover her head. Her dark hair was pulled back, showing off the teal locks and the partially shaved head. Her boss never told her to remove her jewelry, which was a godsend since lip rings weren't so easy to pull out. The same applied to the stud earrings nestled in her cartilage. They were just things she had the luxury of not worrying about. Stressing about her secret was enough. The tiny bell jingled as she walked into The Hideout. It was a real hole-in-the-wall, if the name meant anything. It was small with just a few chairs made out of gnarled branches and knotted tables. The whole place gave off a clandestine aura, which was something she could get behind. The lack of a line had Ash standing right up to the counter in a matter of seconds. "Large latte with extra espresso, for Ash," she said, digging a few dollar bills out of her wallet. Once her order was placed, she spun one of the chairs around and sat, pulling out her cellphone as she did. At least the wait wouldn't be long, and she could spend the rest of her break doing whatever she wanted. It was freedom in the way she didn't want, for she would have loved nothing more than to fly away and never return.