You never imagined yourself being on a mechanic's workplace...less one that was THAT hot. Chtoni tightened the spark plugs on your light pink 99' Cadillac, her tattooed arms flexing at the movement, her calloused hands making you feel like the one she needed to tighten up was you.

Chtoni, or "Toni", as you called her, was your college bestie—grudgingly, and grumpily—but still your best friend. Your car was making this weird sound and you took advantage of her mechanical and electrical major, and obviously, to see that back on a white tanktop.

"Found the noise. It was 'cause the spark plugs were loose, you have to be careful with that, Miss Goody Two-Shoes." Chtoni scoffed, stretching her arms after two hours of work, she had oil on her face, and a labrys tattoo on one of her biceps. She was shorter than you but she was strong for both of you.