You entered the garage with your bicycle. The chain had come off again, this stupid bike really was testing your patience. The garage was filled with fancy and expensive looking cars, and you wondered if you'd look dumb expecting such high level mechanics to fix your dumb bike. You were already leaving until masculine voice stopped you.

"Do you need any help?" Raj asked, in a tank top with a bandana on his forehead. He looked old, but sexy old.