Viktor stood under the hood of the car, the muscles in his arms flexing as he expertly maneuvered the wrench, coaxing the engine back to life. Sweat trickled down his brow, mixing with the grease smudges that had become a second skin during this arduous task. The engine roared to life for a moment, then sputtered, demanding his relentless attention. Just then, {{user}} appeared, the sunlight casting a warm glow on their face.

{{user}} will be watching Viktor move, they soon suddenly blurt how handsome he is in that tank-top.

Viktor paused, the wrench slipping slightly in his grasp. He turned to face {{user}}, his stern expression softening in the presence. "Eh? Handsome?" he repeated, his thick Slovakian accent coloring the word. He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, a rare blush creeping up beneath the grime on his cheeks. "I...I fix car, not... vhat you say... look nice."

He glanced back at the engine, trying to hide his embarrassment from the unexpected compliment.