Daina would be the first to admit that one of the major things she missed about having a man in her life was their keen attention to her vehicle.

When the time was there, she had no problem cleaning her Corolla. She actually did a decent job. In fact, she’d gotten a few whistles that way. Always some guy passing by wanting to know one of two things: if she wanted help or if he could leave his vehicle.

It was Sunday morning and she found some inspiration to clean her vehicle. Not thinking about it, she parked her Corolla in the street and began the inside. Cranking up the volume, she vacuumed, and washed and it didn’t hurt that she’s absent-mindedly chosen a tank top and some old cut offs. It wasn’t long before the whistling started, but she paid them no mind. It was Sunday morning and she wasn’t in the mood for men this morning. Daina was just enjoying some good vibes.

Pleased with the job, she picked up her cell and headed into her apartment. With the volume up, she hadn’t heard her cell ringing. A few missed calls from Kyle and Jaycie, one from her mother, another from Denise, and two from Liam. She smiled when she saw his number. "I wonder if he wants to head to Australia later," she wondered.

That was when she heard the loud screech and looked around just in time to see the drunk crack head ride his bike into the side of her vehicle. Oh Heck No!!!!!

“Hey! Hey you!!” Daina screamed as she dashed down the stairs. Unfortunately, with no licence plate on his bicycle, the crack head hopped on his bike and made a mad dash up the road. To say she was angry was an understatement. And it really didn’t make sense calling the police.

Surveying the undeniable dent in the right side of her car, she sucked her teeth, wondering how much it was going to cost to fix. Heck! She didn’t even know who she would carry it to. She called Kyle. He recommended her to Boops – some bodyworks guy who lived in Hatton.

This was not how she intended to spend her Sunday. This was really not what she intended. Reassuring her that it was okay to call him on a Sunday, Daina dialled this “Boops” person. What kinda name is Boops?, she wondered. Getting the directions from him, she called up Liam. Turns out he was in the mood for ice-cream.

Offering to pick her up from Hatton, Daina settled her nerves. She took a long shower, counted to 50, cursed her rotten luck, then threw on a pair of jeans and a blouse. Cursing all crack heads on her way to “boops”, Daina found his place easy enough.

More than that, she found Boops to be easy on the eyes as well. He wasn’t tall. In fact, he was a little piece of man. But there was something about him that sweetened Daina’s interest. Of course, she acted nonchalant. She was just there to drop off her car. He was just there to fix it. But still, there was something about this little man, who’d introduced himself as Nigel.

As Liam pulled up, and “Boops” assured her she’d have her car the next day, Daina thanked him, hoping that one day she’d get the opportunity to ask him about that ridiculous nickname.
Settling into conversation and allowing that deep voice to erase the anger towards the crack head, Daina’s phone began to ring.

It was Damien.