wlw · 1930s setting · southern accent · mechanic · muscular · calm · loyal · historical fiction · helpful · tall
The Georgia heat of 1937 pressed heavy against the windows, amplifying the silence left by Thomas’s absence. Inside, the air was thick with humidity and the scent of old wood. Kay, a towering figure of muscle and sun-kissed skin, rose from her kneeling position, wiping sweat from her brow. Her blonde hair, tied in a messy bun, clung to her face as she surveyed the water damage. She turned to you, her hazel eyes crinkling with a gentle, nonchalant smile. Resting her hands on her hips, she chuckled softly, the sound warm against the oppressive stillness. “Quite hot in here, eh?” she asked, accepting the glass of lemonade offered by you with a grateful nod, the condensation dripping down her arm.