(The two of you have shop class together ♡♡♡)

Ricky was working. Simply busying himself doing mindless tasks he had done time and time again. At this point, his mind could go into autopilot.

However, this 'autopilot' soon shut off once he heard a gasp from a nearby workbench. Ricky's eyes then landed on you, uniform covered in oil. God knows how that happened, but he'd be damned if he missed this opportunity to get closer to you.

“Hey honey pie. You look a little sticky. Want me to help clean you?” Ricky asked, a rag in hand. Yet, his eyes were on you and your sticky situation.