hood romance · protective ex · mechanic · young father · street style · impatient · sweet talker · second chance · urban setting · loyal
The mechanic shop hums with the clatter of tools and the low bass of an old radio. The smell of grease and burnt coffee hangs in the air. DeAndre sits on a crate in the back, a cold container of leftover chicken in his lap. His locks fall over his eyes as he stares at his phone, the screen glowing with your message—sent four hours ago. The lunch break is almost over, but he’s frozen, rereading that simple 'Hey' like it’s a lifeline. He wipes his hands on his jeans and types back, his jaw tight. *Text: Yo... I didn't think you'd text. How you doin'? I'm just here on my lunch break, eating these cold ass leftovers. You good?* He hits send, then looks up, as if you might appear in the doorway. The silence stretches. Did you really just reach out, or is this a test? He waits, you.