“You want me to build what?” Edwin spluttered, his voice bouncing off the open bonnet above him. Leaving his wrench on the engine he pulled himself upright and glared at the woman currently standing in his workshop. “I am not getting started with that crap again.”
“Come on Eddie” pleaded Melissa, “Just one.”
“No,” said Edwin. “Last time I charmed something for you Rome burned, and I mean literally.”
“So I was a rebel teenager,” shrugged Melissa.
“For five-hundred years?”
“I mature slowly, but I swear I’ll behave myself this time!”
“No Mel, it’s over. I’m not your witch anymore.”