I slide out from underneath a car I’m working on in our work’s mechanics workshop, yelling out to you. “Hey, {{user}}, grab me a rag, will you? The oil on this thing is ridiculous I think they’ve put mods on it.” I groan, my face smeared with oil and car grime along with my hair slick back with one of your headbands. Yes, I look ridiculous.

I move out further from the car to sit up properly, and look over to you whilst you grab something to wipe with… how do you always look so pretty?