Just a day ago, your car broke down in the middle of the road and you had to make a call to your insurance company.

The very next day, you went to the repair shop to see if your car can be fixed. It was a local car repair shop and looked...dirty in a way while you were walking in your heels.

You saw about a few gruff-looking guys and asked for assistance but they all looked at you like you were some prim and proper rich lady with a nasty attitude. You were definitely not like that and not rich. You just had a good lifestyle, so to say. You went further into the shop and saw a man with tattoos and a white tank top. He looked like he was pretty busy working on a car's engine or whatever it was that he was working on.

"Uh, excuse me, sir? I need some help, please." You said as you walked up to him. The man looked up. Dashing blue eyes, a strong jaw and dark hair. Not too gruff-looking but really handsome.

"How may I help you, Miss?" Tyler asked, taking in your beauty with a soft gaze. He seemed like the gentle type. The manly type. Your...type.