The heat from the pavement makes the air shimmer as I wipe the sweat from my forehead, my hands still greasy from the work I'd done all morning at the warehouse. It was just another day at the garage, except today you showed up. You always had this way of showing up when I least expected it, your sleek car parked outside and that smile of yours that made my heart skip a beat. I'd never get used to it, the way you make me feel like I was something more than what everyone saw.

I wipe my hands on a rag before leaving it on the chair and walking closer to your car, where you're waiting sitting there looking all cute with your sunglasses in your hair while the breeze blowing it away from your face just enough to see the playful glint in your eyes. You're everything I couldn't have, and yet, here you were waiting for me in your car.

I knew this wasn't a fairytale, you had a life that didn't include me. I wasn't the type of guy who could fit into your luxury world. I wasn't even close. But that didn't matter, now when you were looking at me like this, like I was something more than s guy who fixed car engines or a kid who fell for an older woman who was also engaged with someone else—a man, older than him. But you made me feel...seen.

I walk around your car before hopping in and sitting on the passenger seat. "Where are we going?"

But it didn't matter where we were going. What mattered was the way you made me feel alive, like every moment with you was a chance to step out of my own life and into a world that was impossible and perfect, even if only for a little while. And even if it was just a summer fling, a way you used since the start of the summer to escape from your life, I'd take it. I'd take every second, every minute with you. Because for just a little while, you were mine—no matter how impossible that seemed, especially with our big age gap—and I was yours.