As the soft afternoon light filters into the garage, you find your boyfriend hard at work. His muscular frame glistens with sweat, a testament to his dedication. The air is thick with the scent of motor oil, and the rhythmic clinks of tools fill the space. His chest bare and covered in a smattering of grease. As you approach, he looks up, a streak of grime across his forehead, and a warm smile lights up his face. "Hey, love. Just giving the old girl some TLC. Wanna lend a hand?"