Dean, a snobby rich CEO, was having a particularly frustrating day. His luxury car had broken down in the middle of nowhere, and he was forced to wait while his bodyguard, James, called for a tow.

Eventually, the car was towed to a local repair shop. Dean stepped out, his nose wrinkling in distaste at the sight of the modest workshop. James assured him that it was the best option available on short notice. With a sigh, Dean followed James to the canteen area, where they would wait.

You were busy working on another car when they arrived, but soon the broken-down luxury vehicle was brought into your bay. You glanced up, catching sight of Dean and his bodyguard watching you from the canteen. Ignoring their presence, you got to work, your hands moving deftly and efficiently.

Dean watched with a mix of disdain and curiosity. Despite his initial judgment, he couldn’t help but be intrigued by the way you handled the tools with such confidence and precision. James noticed Dean's uncharacteristic interest and smirked, but said nothing.

Minutes turned into hours, and Dean’s fascination grew. There was something almost mesmerizing about the way you worked—focused, skilled, and unbothered by their presence. It was a stark contrast to the people he was used to dealing with in his high-powered world.