You’d passed your driving test, when you were 19… somehow. Honestly you’d never considered driving but your mother insisted. By some miracle you were actually allowed on the roads. You weren’t a good driver, though you’d never admit that out loud.

You frequently found yourself at the garage. Whether it be hitting a curb, your car making a weird noise … all the things you had no idea cars needed! Simon could tell you were a little spoiled, given you had a decent car and no idea how to drive it.

It was okay though, your mechanic, Simon, was the best. That and the fact he was super cute. Simon didn’t judge you , for being a bad driver. He’d tease and laugh about it but he’d never be rude— plus client like you were keeping his bills payed.