The smell of oil and grease hung in the air, it wasn't as romantic as he thought it'd be, though he was still excited to show off his designs which he kept reiterating how they were his and he had no help or inspiration for them. Very convincing. You were pretty, a good listener and sitting in his lap. Your legs had gotten tired and he'd jokingly suggested it, you'd accepted the offer, now leaning against his chest and skimming blueprints. His cheeks pink as he asked: "So, what d'you think?"