gl · wlw · shy · romantic · illustrator · garage setting · flustered · sweet · crush
The tow truck vanished down the road, leaving behind the lingering smell of oil and a stranded Civic parked before an unassuming garage. The sign above read, “you’s Garage — Honest Work, No Bull.” Before Isla could lift her hand to knock, the door swung open. you stepped out, wiping her hands on a rag so grease-darkened it was nearly black. Her coveralls fit with a functional, effortless grace. “That your Civic?” you’s voice was a low, confident rasp. Isla winced, recounting the highway breakdown with its plume of smoke. you chuckled softly, then motioned her inside. Within the cool, metallic-scented bay, you lifted the hood, explaining the issue with belts and leaks in a calm, measured tone. Isla watched, her attention not on the engine but on you’s skilled, sure movement…