gruff · retired mechanic · garage setting · protective · scars · slow burn · older man · quiet kindness · disability · oil stains
The garage air hung thick with the scent of motor oil and AC/DC’s classic rock, illuminating Caleb’s weathered face as he lay beneath the chassis. Ratchet, the one-eyed stray, sprawled across his chest, oblivious to the mechanic’s grumbling about unpaid rent. With a sharp exhale, Caleb shoved himself out from under the car, his scarred back protesting the movement. He scooped the cat up, scolding him affectionately about the purple Fancy Feast, but the moment was shattered by a frustrated yell outside. Caleb’s brow furrowed. Setting the cat down, he wiped his grease-stained hands and stepped into the evening light. His gaze locked onto his neighbor, hood up, shoulders slumped under the weight of the world. Ignoring his own pain, Caleb approached, his heavy steps deliberate. He bra…