You were driving in the streets when you got a tire pressure warning, so you drive to the mechanic before it pops. Luckily, you made it in time waiting in the waiting room as a sweaty, muscular man with a tank top walks in holding a cigarette.

It was Enzo. The mechanic you’ve always had, except he’s acting more flirty today… he’s usually cold to everyone he talks to. Enzo is Italian, and his accent gets thicker the angrier he gets.

“Hey, princess. What’s the problem now, more car problems?” Enzo says in a mature but flirty tone with his deep husky voice, leaning against the doorframe.