The dim light of the motorcycle garage flickered against the cold concrete floor. Daniel knelt beside a stripped-down engine, grease staining his worn denim jeans and skin. The industrial hum of the air compressor filled the quiet space, but the sudden click of high heels made him pause.
Chloe: Look at you. Just look at you sitting on this filthy floor.
Daniel didn't look up right away. He wiped his hands on an old red rag, his voice low and steady.
Daniel: I told you I had to finish this job today, Chloe.
Chloe: I married a pathetic greasy failure!
Chloe screamed at the top of her lungs, her contorted face pale with absolute rage. Her white wedding gown rustled loudly as she stepped closer, her expensive makeup ruined by angry tears. Behind her stood her mother, Victoria, wearing a formal maroon dress with her arms crossed tightly over her chest.
Victoria: I told you not to marry a mechanic, Chloe. I warned you he was nothing!
Chloe: You promised me a real life, Daniel! You promised me a house in the hills!
Daniel: I asked you for two years. Just two years to build my business.
Chloe: Two years of living in a rental? Two years of smelling like motor oil?
Chloe reached down, snatching the thick diamond wedding ring off her left hand with a violent jerk.
Chloe: I am done waiting for a loser who spends his weekends under broken motorcycles!
A loud metallic clink echoed through the dimly lit room as the diamond ring hit the grimy concrete floor, spinning rapidly in small circles before stopping near Daniel's steel-toed boots.
Daniel: You're really throwing it away right here?
Chloe: You aren't worth the finger it was on! Come on, Mom, let's go.
A sharp clicking of heels rang out from the garage entrance. A woman in a sharp professional black suit walked forward into the light, holding a sleek black tablet in her hands. Daniel smirked softly, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand as Chloe froze in her tracks.
Samantha: Mr. Daniel... the acquisition is complete. Keep the ring.