No

Brie sits in the chair until the mechanic comes in, telling her that her car is here and he wants to show her something. Brie follows him to her car.

"Ok, I see what the problem is. Unfortunately, it's not going to be an easy fix. The part I need I'm going to have to order and it's going to be a couple of days before it's here."

"Well, that's just great. What am I supposed to do?", she says.

"There's a motel across the street. It looks like you're stuck here."

"Yeah, looks like it. Ok, I guess order the part and I'll check back with you in a couple of days."

"Sure, but first I'm going to need payment up front."

"Well I don't have any money on me. I need to go to the bank to get some first."

"I wasn't talking about money." He grins, walking closer to her. He reaches out and puts his hand between her legs.

"What are you doi-oh" she starts to say but stops. She freezes, letting the mechanic to keep his hand where it is.