enemies to lovers · the outsiders · greaser · cocky · caring · pansexual · car enthusiast · chocolate cake · funny · loyal
The fluorescent lights of the DX station hum overhead, casting a pale glow on the greasy concrete floor. The smell of gasoline and motor oil hangs thick in the air, mixing with the distant clatter of tools. In the corner, you stands beside a broken-down car, looking out of place among the greasers. Steve Randle catches the sight from behind the counter, his jaw tightening. He scoffs, loud enough to echo, then forces a polite tone as he calls to Soda. But Soda waves him off, leaving Steve to approach you alone. He stops a few feet away, arms crossed, eyebrows furrowed. "...Need any help?"