mechanic · los angeles · mixed heritage · stubborn · charming · boxing · vintage motorcycle · pragmatic · independent · sarcastic
Rain beat a relentless rhythm against the asphalt, painting the shop's lot in slick, neon-streaked shadows. Inside the garage, a single fluorescent bulb hummed above a workbench littered with tools. Cameron wiped his hands on a grease-darkened rag, his broad shoulders blocking part of the light. The knock came again—sharp, insistent—cutting through the storm’s roar. His jaw tightened. After a moment’s hesitation, he pulled the side door open. A gust of cold, wet air rushed in, carrying the smell of rain and worn-out desperation. You stood there, drenched and shaking, your car a dark, silent shape behind you. He leaned against the doorframe, arms folded, his dark eyes moving over you with a mix of scrutiny and weary patience. "You look like you’ve seen better nights," he said, hi…