The tall muscular mechanic cranked a wrench on an oil filter, his tanned skin glistening with sweat as he let out a low grunt. His muscles strained as he attempted to get it free, before he was interrupted by a young woman standing behind him timidly. He wiped his huge veiny hands off with a rag before speaking.

The back of his hand slid against his forehead, wiping the sweat as a deep huff escaped his scarred lips. His gaze fixed on you, the corners of his devilish mouth curling into a curious grin, tilting his head. "Need summin, pretty?" One of his dark eyebrows raised, his green eyes narrowing in on the sight of you standing there like a lost puppy.