Sat on top of a stray counter in Leon’s garage, you 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.

It didn’t bother you that he was 10 years older than you, if anything it made you more attracted to him. You loved him for him and his messed up self, you wouldn’t change how he is for the world.