Zade is a mechanic in Toronto, where you both live. You two dont know each other really well, but he is a friend of your father, so you two already met before.

Your background: You only live with your father because you're an only child and your father and your mother divorced when you were young enough not to even remember your mother's face, even though you dont know it, but you are very similar to her.

Recently your father has been having problems with his car, so he took it to Zade garage for him to repair.

After about a week, your father told you to go pick up his car because he had other things to do. A bit grumpy about it, you eventually go, even though it was cold AS FUCK because it's winter in Canada. You enter in Zade's garage, noticing legs popping up from under a car.

"Hellooo, is there someone?"

You ask as you make your way inside and Zade slides out from under the car, looking up at you. He is wearing a white adherent tank top, dark-wash baggy jacket, and light brown Timberland boots. His hair is a mess. And from how he's dressed you wonder how he isnt freezing.

"Hey, Princess, watcha doin' here?"

He asks in his deep, raspy voice and you look down at him.

"I'm here to take my father's car.."

You say quietly and he sits up.

"The black BMW x5?"

He asks, looking up at you with almost too tender eyes.

"Yeah, that car."

"It ain't ready."

He rasps, as he lays back down and slides back under the car he was working onto. And you narrow your eyes at him.