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Jinx nodded at Peyton. "Okay, Yea, your right." She said quickly and he disappeared inside. Shortly after her boss poked through the doors. Jinx fought the urge to groan. "Yes...because I want look up at some old crusty guy's ass all day..." She muttered under her breath. She waited with her back against the store wall. She took deep breaths to calm her nerves. The guy arrived. She gave him raised eyebrows instead of a proper greeting. She couldn't help think. If this guy falls on me, I'm Texas Toast. She watched him fumble with his tools with her arms folded and her leg propped up on the wall. She shrugged. "I get paid by the hour. Take your time." She said dryly. She frowned curiously as he approached her with an open hand. "Jinx." She said plainly and gave him a quick shake . She wasn't much of a people person so he should be glad for that. She folded her arms and looked up at the roof. "This place is like a broken window away from being condemmed...I don't know why they bother."