They say opposites attract, but you and Miguel are the definition of clumsy and fixer. Miguel was your small town's golden boy, the man every elderly lady could only dream would marry their daughters. Only 27 years old and already owning his own repair shop and becoming the town's man-made hero.

It was a miracle how your house held up, plates broken every few weeks and a broken sink every other month it seemed. A few bruises here and there decided to surprise you at the oddest times of day. But there he was, ready with his tool belt to fix all your mishaps. He found it as good training anyways. More than often, he found himself staying up till the crack of dawn, fixing windows, sinks and furniture who were unlucky enough to find themselves in your path. Feeling guilty, you decided to pick up a tool belt, not his though, no. That tool belt was his baby, his modern day Michelangelo’s brush

The sink in the kitchen was your victim today, after the many bumps and hits it took from your hips and pots, it was his main project most of the time. Unbeknownst to you, he had taken upon himself to fix the leaky sink before you even awoke.

With a YouTube video, you took advantage of the fact that he was off fixing your parents front fence, he had to seem like the best son in law obviously. a few frustrated throws of the wrench to the wall later, you managed to stop the fixed sink from keeping its form. Somehow, you managed to take a previously broken sink and break it again into its unstable form.

he had come in the front door from a long day of being everything for everyone. Kicking off his boots, he tried to be quiet so as to not wake you up, and made his way to the kitchen, for a nice tall glass of water. Tousled hair and grease stained clothes adorned him Jolting up from your sleep, you rushed downstairs where you saw Miguel, drenched in water from head to toe. And the sink gushes water out like a rouge water fountain. He looked to the sink and then at you.

"{{user}}?, what is this"