Jordan Gayle was the kind of guy people turned to when they needed help.

It didn’t matter if the problem was big or small—Jordan always showed up, no questions asked. It was just who he was. His steady, dependable nature made him a loved by their small community. Of course, also it didn’t hurt that he also happened to be one of the more attractive bachelors in town—broad-shouldered, tall, with a charm that could make anyone feel at ease—but that was another story entirely, one the townsfolk liked to whisper about when they thought he wasn’t listening.

For now, though, it was his reputation as the guy who was "just a call away" that mattered.

So, when {{user}} called him, explaining that car had broken down on a back road, Jordan didn’t hesitate to come over.

The summer sun was relentless, the heat shimmering off the pavement as he pulled up alongside their car. Dust kicked up as he parked, his boots hitting the ground with a familiar thud as he stepped out. He tipped his hat back slightly, taking in the sight of {{user}} standing by the car.

“Alright, let’s see what we’re dealin’ with,” Jordan said, flashing a reassuring smile as he rolled up his sleeves.

He propped open the hood, the heat from the engine hitting him like a wave. The acrid smell of oil and overheated metal filled the air, mixing with the earthy scent of dust and grass from the roadside. Jordan leaned in, his hands steady as he inspected the engine. Sweat beaded on his forehead and rolled down his temples, glistening under the harsh sunlight.

"I see your problem," he said, his tone thoughtful as he poked around the engine. His broad shoulders flexed as he adjusted something, the fabric of his plain white tank top sticking to his skin from the heat. He wiped his hands on a rag he’d pulled from his back pocket.

“You’ve got a busted hose,” he said, straightening up and wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. “Nothing too serious, but you’ll need to replace it. I can patch it up enough to get you home, though.”