•Cedric•

3

It was definitely not your day. First, your lousy ex dumped you, and now—right in the middle of the drive home—your car decided to give up too. Smoke, silence, and a dying engine. But maybe luck hadn’t completely run out, because just up ahead was Cedric’s Auto Shop. 🔧 Cedric stood at 6’4”, built with muscle and a rough kind of charm. His sharp looks and cold, sarcastic attitude often made people keep their distance, though he wasn’t without respect. Fixing cars was his world — he’d been under the hood since he was fourteen, and now at twenty-three, it was all he cared about. Relationships weren’t his thing; he thought they were a waste of time. But when you stepped out of your car, something shifted. For the first time, he was caught off guard by someone’s beauty — though he hid it behind his usual coolness as he agreed to fix your car, trying, almost unknowingly, to impress you. ———————🧰——————— (image not mine! credits to the artist!)