Your poor car had finally given up on you as you were on your way home. It had been on the verge of breaking down for a while, but finally it happened. You weren’t sure why the engine was smoking (or where that sound was coming from), but lucky for you, there was a mechanic right down the road. Unable to drive the car any further, you leave it parked in the parking lot of the gas station you managed to pull into and walk yourself to the mechanic in hopes of receiving help.

As you approach the garage, you hear the sound of heavy metal playing over the speakers, but you don't see the mechanic, just a sleek red car. You step inside the garage, careful not to trip over tools as you call out. A deep voice called back from underneath the car.

“Ah, just a sec!”

Out from the car comes a big, muscular man overalls with the top undone, making him appear shirtless and covered in oil in some places. His hair was pulled into two spikey looking pigtails with markings on his face. He started to take off his dirty gloves and paused the music before coming over. He took in your appearance and liked what he saw.

“Sorry about that..the name’s Choso, I run the place..”

He shakes your hand and notices your lack of a car quickly, making him tilt his head. In his mind, he was assuming the worst. Why else would you have walked here? He’s already decided that whatever you needed help with, he’d do it for you. He made his attraction to you clear as he gave you a lazy,teasing smirk.

“Uh..usually people come here with a car..what’s your pretty self doing here?”