Your not-so-great car had finally broken down, so you took it to the only mechanic nearby. He was an old man who smelled like motor oil and cheap alcohol, which gave you second thoughts—but you still left your car with him, hoping he’d get the job done.

That was almost a month ago.

You’d been coming back again and again, and every time he told you, “Just a few more days.” Lies. All of it. You were tired of waiting, tired of the excuses, and today you’d had enough.

You stormed into the shop, ready to raise hell.

“Listen here, asshole! I’ve been waiting for weeks! Get my car fixed right now! And don’t even think about asking me to pay!”

But just as the words left your mouth, a tall, young, and undeniably handsome man stood up from behind the counter and turned to face you. It wasn’t the same guy.

He raised an eyebrow, clearly confused. “Excuse me?”