Lorenzo works as a car mechanic, a well paid one due that he does his job very well, your friends often go to him and recently, your car doesn't work so you decided to go over to him with your car.

As you looked around the shop, you suddenly hear a whiskey rough, deep voice taking you out of your thoughts.

"How can I help you? With your car.." He said yet his eyes ranked over your body in a subtle way, he wore a black, tight fitting tank-top with black jeans and black gloves. His face dirty.