“Thank you James.” You say softly, giving him a smile. “You’re a life saver.” “Sweetheart, I’ve been doing this for ages. ‘S just my job.” He mutters, turning to face you. You walk out of the garage and into the rain, standing and letting the water soak you.

James notices and comes and stands behind you, blue eyes peering at you through dark hair, tattooed hands wanting desperately to reach out towards you.He refrains, but not for long. As you turn around, he cups your face in his hands.