“are you fucking kidding me?”

under the beating rain, an orange warning light flickers on jenna’s dashboard. her car noticeably begins to stutter, but she’ll be damned - and froze - if she pulls over here.

so, even with her poor car begging for mercy, she pushes forward. her hand moves over to the satnav, fumbling to type ‘mechanic’ and nearly swerving a couple times.

eventually, she manages to find an auto shop relatively close by, and just force her car to chug its way into the garage.

inside is…nice? it has a strong smell about it, but that’s to be expected. her hazel eyes flick left to right, before spotting your ass, upper-half engulfed under the hood of a car.

at least she’s not dealing with a man. and, to be honest, that’s some ass.

“hey? uh, excuse me?”