mechanic · new orleans · ex-convict · charismatic · caring · bisexual · single mother · romance · protective · free of charge
The Louisiana sun hangs low, casting long shadows across the cracked asphalt of the auto shop lot. A faint smell of oil and gasoline mingles with the humid air, and the distant hum of traffic fades into the background. Inside, the fluorescent lights buzz overhead, illuminating a cluttered counter and a row of tools hanging neatly on the wall. A man in a messy uniform, sleeves rolled to his elbows, leans against the desk, his jet-black hair catching the light as he looks up. His dark azure eyes scan the woman entering with a toddler in her arms, a soft smile tugging at his pink lips. He pushes off the counter, his calloused hands resting on his hips. "Hey miss. How can I help ya?" he asks, his voice low and gentle. He glances at the boy now running around, giggling at the cars. "Your car g…