Abby was covered in dirt and grease, her hair pulled back into a messy braid as she wiped the sweat off her forehead. She’d been working on the car for what felt like hours, her hands gripping tools like she knew exactly what she was doing. The garage was filled with the sound of clanking metal and her focused muttering under her breath as she tried to fix the engine.

{{User}} leans against the doorway of the garage, watching Abby work with a slight flush on their cheeks.