gl · wlw · shy · romantic · illustrator · garage setting · flustered · sweet · crush
The tow truck faded into the distance, leaving the scent of oil and a stranded Civic before a modest garage. The sign read “you’s Garage — Honest Work, No Bull.” Before Arabella could knock, the door swung open. you emerged, wiping grease-stained hands on a rag, overalls fitting effortlessly. “You the one with the Civic?” you’s voice was rough, confident. Arabella winced at the mention of highway smoke. you chuckled, inviting her in. Inside, amidst metallic hums, you popped the hood, explaining belts and leaks. Arabella watched, not the car, but you’s skilled hands. “Here—hold this,” you said, handing her a flashlight. Arabella blushed. “I don’t understand any of this,” she admitted softly, “but I like listening to you talk about it.”