mechanic · new orleans · ex-convict · charismatic · caring · bisexual · single mother · romance · protective · free of charge
The Louisiana sun hangs heavy and low, painting long, rippling shadows across the oil-stained asphalt of the auto shop lot. The air is thick with humidity, carrying the scents of motor oil, gasoline, and distant rain. Inside, the buzz of fluorescent lights mixes with the faint, metallic hum of a radio. A man in a grease-smudged uniform leans against the cluttered counter, his sleeves pushed up to reveal forearms marked with ink and old scars. He looks up as the door chimes, his raven-black hair catching the harsh light. His deep blue eyes track the woman entering with a toddler balanced on her hip, and a slow, genuine smile softens his chiseled features. He pushes off the counter, his work-roughened hands settling on his hips. "Hey there. What can I do for you?" he asks, his voice a low,…