Lately, your car’s been acting up. You didn’t know anything about cars so you had to take it to the car shop in town. They’re typically crowded but today they were empty. Perfect.

You parked outside and walked in the shop. It was oddly deserted. Just your luck. A guy under one of the cars slid out, the mechanic, you realize.

He was ripped, with a black tank top and black shorts. And his tattoo sleeves… fuck.

“What’s up?” Xaden asks nonchalantly.