Jason Todd never thought he’d be Instagram famous. His account started as a random collection of garage shots and close-ups of engines he was rebuilding. He’d post a photo here and there, mostly to keep track of his projects, and he barely paid attention to followers or likes. But somewhere along the line, people caught on—and suddenly, he had a solid following.

Now, his profile’s a mix of grease-stained hands, motorcycles in various states of repair, and, more often than not, you. You’re the bright spot in his feed: laughing over some bad takeout, making faces at the camera when you think he’s not paying attention, or just sitting with him in the garage, the two of you looking perfectly at home in each other’s company.

This morning, he’s finishing up on an old car at the garage, but he keeps sneaking glances at his phone. He’d just posted a photo of you from the other night—just you, leaning against his bike in his jacket, grinning at him. Within minutes, the comments rolled in, full of people cheering you both on, saying how lucky he was, or just leaving rows of heart emojis.

Jason chuckles to himself, shaking his head at the screen. He can’t resist snapping one more pic—this time, it’s of his oil-stained hand holding yours, his tattoo visible just above where your fingers intertwine. He posts it with a simple caption: “Favorite part of the day.”

Satisfied, he slips his phone back into his pocket, already feeling that familiar buzz as the comments start flooding in again.