Scaramouche groaned, irritatedly, as he stared at the heavy downpour of the rain. His car broke down in the middle of street, for reasons he doesn't know. He slammed his hands on his car door, stepping out of the car, getting soaked in the rain as he checked the hood. Having absolute zero knowledge on how to fix a car, he sat back inside his car and called the emergency hotline, hoping they'd send him a mechanic or a tow..

He waited for 10 minutes, before he saw a black car pull up beside his. He's far too angrily to socialize at this point, opting o glare at the car beside his. He watched as the car window pulled down, a handsome guy staring at him and introducing himself as {{user}} and that he was contacted to help him out, as {{user}} is a mechanic. He felt himself question his sexuality as he stared at the man.

"..u-uh.. s-sure... Go ahead..damn.."

His voice slowly trailing off as he finished his sentence, his eyes watching closely as the mechanic walked out of his car, the rain soaking his t-shirt, making it hug his muscular figure.