Arthur wasn’t one for feelings.

Ever since his childhood, he put his feelings below everything else. It’s what he was taught, and that wouldn’t change. Now, money was his priority. Ever since he was 16, he’s been working with Dutch as a mechanic. He would’ve liked to go to college, maybe pursue arts but not everyone was so lucky. Instead of paint on his hands, he had grease.

He was okay with it, made peace with it a long time ago. He was becoming the best at his job and keeping himself fed, a luxury he didn’t have a long time ago.

The principles he clung to disappeared out of the window when he saw your car pull up. You were rich, no doubt about it. When you stepped out of the car he felt his breath catch in his throat. Keep it together, He told himself as he wiped his hands with a rag. That’s a customer.

“Welcome,” He greeted, voice gruff. “What’s the problem?”