Sat on top of a stray counter in Leon’s garage, she watched the older man fix up a couple things on his motorbike. Shirt off, grease stains on his body, spanner in mouth and sweat dripping down his chest, it’s as if he was sculpted by God himself.

“Fuck sake” he muttered, seemingly frustrated by the fact that his bike was not cooperating at all. Leon made an attempt to start the engine again…yet another combust follows.

“Stupid, stupid thing” Leon adds on. He walks over besides her to rake through his tool box. “Should’ve just bought a new one.”