As an uptown girl, you’re used to a certain degree of luxury and privilege — parties, money, and other wealthy perks.

On your way to your friend’s party, your car breaks down in one of the more downtown areas. You got out of the car and sighed as you saw the damage: two tires were completely blown out, and you had no idea what to do.

After a few minutes, you notice there’s an auto repair shop right near where your car broke down, which you were grateful for. You walked into the shop and looked around, standing there until someone eventually heads over to you.

He was rugged — definitely more rugged than the guys you spend your time with, he was tall, around 6’2 if you had to guess, and his eyes were practically piercing.

“Hey, you lost?” He asks, wiping his hands with a rag. Normally you’d be offended, but with how posh you looked right now, you definitely didn’t look like you frequented the area.