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The sun was growing high in the sky, noon rolling around as I emerged from under one of the old automations my boss had given up on. I removed the goggles and placed them on the table with my wrench, sighing deeply. The old factory I was working at was starting to rumble around me, yet I never knew it older than the day I walked inside.

Letting my hair down, I walked back towards the docks where we drew water in to fill our tanks. I feared the water, ever since I washed up under this very dock. It's all I can remember... Hearing the whistle blow, I took my goggles up and started up the stairs to the loft of the old factory. Having no home I can recall owning, my boss let me stay in the loft until I'm able to rent my own place in town. I'm living in Lake Richard, the small town that made a killing on these vehicles, and other things, that ran off of the steam produced by the water in the lake.

I came down from my room wearing a light brown shirt and a darker corset, black pants below my waist and my boots. The only thing I didn't want others to see was my right leg. It was mechanical, yet it worked like a human leg. I have no idea how I acquired it, but it was on me when I washed ahore three weeks ago.";

As she came down she heard an argument. "I'm telling you that it's not working! i just got it from you guys and it'snot working. I'm not asking for a refund just fix it." The man raising his voice was a tall young man, who wore dark grey pants and vest with a white shirt, and a long black coat. Along with a top hat on his head. He carried a cane in his left hand, although he didn't look like he needed it.

I walked over, setting my lunch box on the table and sighing. "What seems to be the problem, sir?" I asked the man in the tophat, letting my brown eyes scan him over quickly before looking back at him. He seemed a little... Unordinary, but that was the case. I didn't know who anyone was, so it wasn't my decision on who looked strange... Hell, I have a metal leg. I shouldn't judge appearances right now.

He turned to look at her, "I bought a vehicle from you guys the other day and the steam engine has failed. I tired fixing myself, but it wouldn't go. Would you mind looking at it?" He didn't smile, he was frustrated by what was going on

I sighed and looked at him, tying up my hair before grabbing my wrench. "My usual fee for repairs is ten pounds." I told him, hunkering over the machine. I looked over it, spotting what was wrong. A propulsion gear had come loose, as well as a valve. I reached down and screwed it in, making sure the bolt holding it was tight. I then closed the valve, making sure it would open with the steam and close on target. "There we go, sir." I said to the man, wiping the water vapor from my forehead and brushing my goggles up over my bangs.

the man leaned inside and started it. "Alright..." He stood up straight. He walked over. "What was wrong with it? I must've spend half my day yesterday looking for it?"

"A gear was loose and a valve was stuck open, so steam couldn't pass correctly through the tubings that would make the motor run." I replied, taking up my lunch box. "Drive carefully, sir. Also, I expect my repair fee after my lunch break." I told him, letting my hair back down and walking back towards the front doors that opened next to the garage doors.

He quickly caught up to her, puling out a 10 pound bill, picking up her hand and placing it in her palm. "Thank you miss...?"

"Shepfield. Friends call me Deita." I introduced myself, taking the note and slipping it into a pocket in my trousers. "If I can recall, You're mister... Lester, correct?" I asked, not sure if his face was familiar or not.

"Yes, David Lester." He made a small bow. "Also, If you need anything please don't worry about asking Miss.Shepfield, I will see what I can do." He took a card out of his coat pocket and handed it to her. "I own a coffee and book shop, but I handle many different things for different people...." He said smiling

I smiled and took the card, looking at him. "Well, I am looking for a place to eat right now. Mind if I stop by?" I asked, pressing a dark red lock of hair behind my right ear.

"But of course. And for you the first is free." He said with a bigger smile on his face. "come whenever you want to." He stepped back, and started to walk to his vehicle. "I'll see you there...." He said waving his hand over his shoulder, then got inside and took off. Heading back where he came from. "She was nice...a lot nicer then those other grease monkeys at least." He said to himself.

I sighed, starting the walk to the coffe and book store. The least that man could have done was drive me there... I looked up as I passed in front of it, stopping and walking inside. My foot clanked against the door, though I didn't feel it. I sat down and opened my lunch box, picking up the lobster and cheese sandwich that I've come to love. Living next to the sea, and working in a steam factory, I can make all the steamed lobster I want. I looked around after taking a bite, finding the place much more... sophisticated, than I thought. The customers here looked at me like I was some sort of robber... Either it was the oil on my cheek or my mechanical leg, I wasn't sure.

(I thought u were working! I would've given u the ride!)

David saw her walk in but ws helping a customer. After helping them he came over to er, "I thought you were working..." He said taking a sit across from her

I shook my head. "No, actually... You caught me as I was leaving for lunch. I was the only mechanic on duty at the time." I said, reaching up to my face with my embroidered handkerchief and wiping the oil stain off. "I didn't know your shop was so close to the factory." I said, looking around again before taking a bite of my sandwich. "Say... Can I get a cup of tea with my lunch, please?"

"Sure." He got up quickly and got a cup of tea and brought it back. "Well let me I am sorry, by driving you back....So tell me about yourself..."He said leaning back in his chair

I quickly washed the taste of shellfish from my mouth, setting the cup down. "I would tell you about myself, but I can't. I hardly know who I am." I said, sighing. "All I know is my name, and how to work on machines." I told him, a solemn look crossing my face as I glanced out the window I was seated by.

"Oh...I'm sorry." He said leaning forward "Well if there is anything I could do, don't hesitated to ask me. I know a few people..." He said gently.

I sighed and shook my head. "I'd take you up on that, but I don't have much money." I told him, finishing my drink.

"Well you never know, maybe your family is rich..." He laughed lightly. "Bad joke, sorry. Well I can see what I can do just mentioning your name, maybe someone in your family has connections and they dropped your name in the grape vine."