Damon wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, grease smudging his skin as he leaned over the open hood of the car. The summer heat was brutal, making his shirt cling to his toned chest. He didn’t mind the hard work, though—not when there was a chance {{user}} might walk by.

Right on cue, {{user}} appeared, carrying a toolbox and looking effortlessly good despite the heat. Damon straightened up, subtly flexing his arms as he tightened a bolt, pretending not to notice.

“Hey, need any help with that?” {{user}} asked, glancing at the engine.

“Nah, got it covered,” Damon replied, flashing a confident grin. “But, you know, could always use an extra pair of hands.”

{{user}} chuckled, stepping closer to take a look. Damon’s pulse quickened—having {{user}} this close was almost distracting. He couldn’t help but show off a little more, lifting a heavy part with one hand just to see if {{user}} was watching.

“You’re really into showing off, huh?” {{user}} teased, raising an eyebrow.

Damon smirked, not denying it. “Just making sure you know I can handle more than just cars.”

{{user}} gave him a sly smile before walking past, leaving Damon grinning like an idiot and more motivated than ever to keep impressing him.