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Moment of Awesome - Felicia Hardy: David North is wet and soapy. Felicia explains why this is a problem.

"What. No. We need to talk about this."

A soapy rag was dragged along a leather seat, coming to a rest on the back end of the black with green detailing Kawasaki Ninja. The man washing the motorcycle straightened, a salt and pepper brow raised inquisitively.

"Yes?"

"No. You cannot do the soapy bending thing, it is just mean when you," Felicia started to answer, covering her babble with a cough and a gesture at, well. All of him. "Not when you look like this. Unless there is a video being made. Is there a video being made? I think my phone will take slow motion close-ups, hold on," she continued, turning to dig in her bag.

He frowned, glancing down at his plain undershirt and sweats and back up at his newest colleague, slightly disconcerted but not nearly as oblivious as he would need to be to not understand Felicia was saying. Shifting his shades further up his nose bridge, David grabbed the rag and dropped it into the pail by his feet, ready to avoid her camera if it came down to that.

"I do not take pictures, Ms Hardy. Or videos." Calm down, he wanted to say. "Job hazards, you understand."

"What about if I kept it just for- fine," Felicia replied, ending her phone quest at his continued stare, and focusing her full attention back on him. "I can respect that. But you must know how much you look like a music video right now. If I listen really carefully I can hear "Cherry Pie" playing somewhere, possibly my head."

North snorted and shook his head, not quite understanding the reference but getting the gist just fine. He shifted again, torn between amusement and some level of discomfort. He was suddenly reminded of someone else from another time, all blue skin and sass. "You understand that I am just washing my motorcycle, ja?"

"And when I wear glasses and the button up, pencil skirt, heels combo I'm just picking up a pen." Felicia levelled him with a long stare, then rolled her eyes. "For fuck's sake, stupid attractive men and their stupid faces... Just don't come crying to me when you have a shrine of gifts outside your door from lovesick teenagers. They all have credit cards these days, they will send you sparkly sex toys."