Revved(10)

I threw on a clean pair of skinny jeans, and a long-sleeved emerald-green sweater with some little diamantes along the neckline. My mum bought it for me. After putting on my ballet flats and slicking on some lip gloss, Uncle John was knocking at my door.

I follow Uncle John into the pub, weaving through the throng of people. A lot of people are here, but then I guess Carrick’s a popular guy.

“Hey, you made it. I’ll get you both a drink,” Ben says as we approach him at the bar.

“Don’t worry. I’ll get them,” Uncle John tells him. “Beer?” he checks with Ben.

“Yep.” He lifts his bottle, draining the last of it.

Uncle John turns to me.

“I’ll have a beer, too, please,” I say.

Uncle John leans up against the bar, waiting to be served.

“Did you have a nice dinner?” Ben asks me, pulling my attention to him.

“Yeah, it was good. Thanks. Nice to catch up with Uncle John.”

“How long have you known John?”

“All my life.”

“Cool.” He smiles. “So, how are you finding England? I heard you’re from Brazil.”

“Yeah. Good.” I decide not to regale the fact that I was born and lived here for ten years. “How long have you worked for Rybell?” I ask him.

“Four years.”

“You like it?”

“Love it. It’s long-arse hours and shitty hotel rooms, but I get to see the world, and nothing beats the buzz of race day.”

“I hear you.” I smile.

“Here you go.” Uncle John hands my beer over to me and then gives one to Ben.

“Well, welcome to Rybell.” Ben lifts his bottle to mine, so I chink it against his.

“Thanks.” I take a swig of beer.

Perfect. Just what I needed to pick me up.

“You want me to introduce you to some more of the staff?” Ben asks me. “The rest of the pit crew guys are here and some of Nico’s team along with the front-of-house girls.”

“Yeah, that’d be great.”

I tell Uncle John where I’m going, and he tells me that he’s going to go find Owen – business to discuss. Uncle John is always working.

I follow behind Ben through the pub to a table in the back. While I’m walking, I glance around for Carrick but no sign yet.

Ben stops before the table. “Everyone, this is Andi, our new mechanic. Not that you’ll remember their names, Andi, but this is Amy, Petra, Damon, Paul, Mike, Davis, and you know Robbie.”

I follow Ben’s finger around the table.

“Hi.” I lift a hand in greeting.

A pretty girl with blonde hair and huge blue eyes, who I think is Petra, gives me a big smile. She’s shorter than me, I’d say, but it’s hard to tell with her sitting down.

“Shove over, Amy. Come and sit down with us,” she says.

I slide onto the bench beside her and put my beer on the table.

“So, you’re from Brazil?” Petra asks me.

I’m guessing Ben must have told her. “I’m from England originally, but I’ve lived in Brazil since I was ten.”

“Wow. You’re so lucky. I would love to live somewhere hot.”

“You spend more than half of the year in hot countries,” the other girl, who I think is Amy, says. “God, I can’t wait to get out to Australia. Never been before.”

“Amy’s newish, like you,” Petra tells me. “Been here a few weeks. She works front-of-house with me.”

“So, you’re the girls to see when I want some really great food.” I smile.

“For sure,” Petra says.

Amy just stares blankly at me, which she’s kind of done from the moment I came over here. I can tell she’s doing that bitchy girl assessment of me. I hate that.

I take another swig of my beer, and I’m thankful when one of the guys asks me a question.

I’m there for a while, chatting, and my beer is quickly empty. I should probably go find Uncle John.

“I’m going to the bar,” I say to no one in particular. “Can I get anyone anything?”

I get a few noes from the ones who were listening around the table. The others luck out because I’m not asking again.

Picking up my bag, I head in the direction of the bar. I’m still surprised that I haven’t seen Carrick yet. The pub doesn’t look to be that big, and he’s not exactly a guy you can miss.

I actually want to wish him a happy birthday, which I failed to do earlier. That was kind of crappy of me.

With no sign of Uncle John or Carrick, I slip into a spot at the bar and wait to be served. I decide on getting a drink and then going to look for Uncle John. He’s probably with Carrick.

I feel him before I hear him.