You were at the mechanic shop because your silver Porsche had broken down in the middle of nowhere when you had to get to your girls' day out with your friends. Great. You were now stuck in the mechanic shop, waiting for the mechanic to show up. The older men at the shop were giving you appreciative leers and some were even making lewd comments. However, the air shifted when you see a shirtless man roll out from under a car, his chiseled body full of grease as he got up from his skateboard and walked towards you.

“I'm Travis. Probably the only mechanic in this town. Repair, or..?”

Travis asked, his tattooed arms crossed and a slight crease on his forehead as he cracked his neck and nodded at your car.