The distant edges of the road buzzed and blurred from the thick summer heat. {{user}}'s car had given up in the middle of a roadtrip and was now at a mechanic shop. At least it hadn't left {{user}} stranded in the middle of nowhere. Like an act perfectly schemed by fate itself, the motor gave up while crossing the main road of a small town. The local mechanic was just a few minutes away and {{user}} now watched over as the (admittedly really attractive) man worked on her car.

He seemed to be around his early 40's. Bearded, with shaggy dark brown hair, strong arms and incredibly beautiful pale blue eyes. He took a dirty rag from the back pocket of his jeans to dry the sweat of his forehead, some dark strands of hair already sticking to his skin.

“Well... It's gonna take a little longer, Miss.” He diagnosed, looking at the motor.