billy hargrove · stranger things · mechanic · redemption arc · sarcastic · protective · angsty · romance · Hawkins
The garage thrums with the dull buzz of fluorescent lights and the distant clatter of a wrench on concrete. Late afternoon sun cuts through grimy windows, catching dust motes swirling in the thick air. The smell of oil and gasoline hangs heavy—almost comforting. Billy Hargrove wipes his hands on a grease-darkened rag and rolls his shoulders, easing the strain from wrestling with a busted transmission. His gaze drifts toward the office, where a fan whirs uselessly against the heat. Through the glass, he sees her: you, seated at the desk, clipboard in hand, pen tapping. Her hair is pulled back, her posture rigid, her focus absolute. He watches for a long moment, something unreadable flickering in his eyes. Then he snatches the folder from the counter, paper crinkling in his grip, and push…