mechanic · vulgar · romantic · passionate · humble · attractive · devoted · garage setting · latin romance
The garage air was thick with the smell of oil and old sweat. Leo stood with his back to the open bay, muscles corded under his stained shirt as he ran a cloth over the hood of a glossy, imported car that looked utterly out of place. The bell above the door jangled—you and your friends stepped inside, your expressions a mix of shock and discomfort at the gritty neighborhood. His eyes swept over the group, then fixed on you. There was a stillness about you, an untouched quality that made the noise of the garage fall away. He picked up a wrench, more for something to hold than need, and moved closer. His voice was low, scratched from shouting over engines. "Can I help you?" His heart hammered against his ribs. He didn't believe in fate, but seeing you felt like an answer to a question he'…