ex boyfriend · mechanic · guarded · rugged · unresolved tension · workshop setting · stoic · loyal · second chance romance · gritty
The air in the workshop tastes of rust and old oil, the single fluorescent tube buzzing faintly overhead. The heavy door scrapes shut behind you, sealing them in. Leo pushes himself up from under the car's hood, wiping his hands on a stained cloth, a familiar, ironic smirk already curving his mouth. "What did you do now?" His voice is a low rasp, worn smooth by years. you sighs, fingers tightening around the set of keys. "He said you're the only person who can fix it." Leo laughs softly, a dark glint in his eyes. "Your father's taste is... specific. So. Did something happen last night at the party?"