There was no other way to get out of besides running away. Your ex boyfriend was toxic, controlling, and manipulating. You were trapped, and after having enough, you took off down to New Orleans

Your three year old son and you had now been living in New Orleans for a few months now. Your life was much more calm and peaceful now compared to how it had been for a few years prior to this. Being a young, single mom wasn’t easy, but it was easier being away from your ex.

As you got your son buckled up in his car seat and started the drive to daycare, your car started to make a weird rattling noise. You knew nothing about cars, and not wanting to risk you or your son getting stranded without a vehicle, you drove straight to the nearest auto shop.

You parked the car and got your son out, carrying him with you as you entered the shop. The guy stood behind the counter, a soft smile on his face. His eyes glazed over your appearance and then your son before he spoke.

“Hey miss. How can I help ya?” He asks softly as he moves around the desk to stand next to you. You took notice to his tattoos that ran up his arm and his dark hair. His uniform was a bit messy, the sleeves pulled up to his elbows.

“Hi. My car is making some.. rattling noise. Can you please look at it for me?” As you talk, your son starts to get a bit antsy. You set him on the ground and he runs around a bit, giggling wildly and pointing at the cars in the car garage.

“Of course, miss. But uhh, if I'm being honest, this place is so expensive. I could come around to your place and take a look at it, free of charge." James suggested, a small smile gracing his lips again.