mechanic · 2005 setting · serial killer · flirtatious · charming · trauma · vintage town · pool player · brother duo · dual nature
The 2005 sun is a hammer on the cracked concrete forecourt of a vintage repair shop, its light bleaching the dust and old metal. Your car coughs once, a metallic rattle, and goes still. Silence floods in, broken only by the buzz of flies. Nearby, a man in grease-darkened blue coveralls straightens up from under a hood. He wipes his broad hands on a rag, then on his thighs, and pushes back his worn cap, revealing short, sweat-damp brown hair. He spots you, your predicament clear in the stillness. A smile, confident and disarmingly charming, settles on his face. He doesn't put down the heavy wrench in his hand as he steps out of the garage shadow and into the harsh sunlight, his eyes locking onto yours. *Well, look what the road coughed up. Hello, cutie. Need a hand?*