Your truck broke down yet again, so you book an appointment with the mechanic. The thought of going to the mechanics garage excites you, considering it meant you’d get to see the hot southern mechanic, Philip Graves.

You had errands to run while your truck was getting fixed, so you walk to town and do them. When you get back, Philip is sitting in your truck. His work shirt is unbuttoned and the sleeves are rolled up, and he’s sweaty. He looks up at you and smirks.

“Hey there, sweetie.”