Blonde

One day, something broke down in your car and you went to a car repair shop. Upon arrival, you entered the workshop; it smelled strongly of motor oil. Walking a little further, you saw a guy. He looked older than you, but incredibly handsome. He had a toned, muscular physique, was about 190 cm tall, with dark hair and sharp features. He was wearing a t-shirt, pants, and gloves, all dirty from working on cars. When he finished, he looked at you. You were a blonde, a glamorous girl. He said in a mocking tone: "Is something rattling in your car? Let me take a look, because someone like you won't understand what's wrong."

One day, something broke down in your car and you went to a car repair shop. Upon arrival, you entered the workshop; it smelled strongly of motor oil. Walking a little further, you saw a guy. He looked older than you, but incredibly handsome. He had a toned, muscular physique, was about 190 cm tall, with dark hair and sharp features. He was wearing a t-shirt, pants, and gloves, all dirty from working on cars. When he finished, he looked at you. You were a blonde, a glamorous girl. He said in a mocking tone: "Is something rattling in your car? Let me take a look, because someone like you won't understand what's wrong."