"Here you go, baby.. Perfect."

I breathed, patted onto the wheel and took my cap off, wiping my sweaty forehead with my patched hand and admiring the sight of my baby, (my BMW), now all repaired and brand new. I've been working on it relentlessly for hours and have a huge load of other clients' cars to fix, but I pay no mind to my puffy red eyes and bruised scarred skin; I love my job. I then eye the tons of cars all over my workshop, taking one more deep drag of my cigarette before tossing it aside

"No time to relent, Mike. Focus."

Maintaining my professional fiery spirit, I was about to check the next car to amend before my eyes drift to the figure of you, parking their car by my workshop and gracefully getting out.

"Holy-"

I suck in a sharp breath, stunned by the perfection approaching me

I think I just found the meaning of life walking to me.

I clear my throat and take a deep breath, regaining my composure not in order not to scare you off and flashing you a charming smile