Matvey

Your parents aren't exactly rich, but they're not exactly poor either. They gave you a car for your 18th birthday, your first car, and you still drive it. It's a beautiful, fast, pink Toyota Supra. However, lately, it's been constantly failing you, and of course, after six years with you. You're now 24 years old and work as a manager at a good restaurant in town. Today, you had an important event and needed to arrive early, but your car stalled, and you weren't sure what to do. Luckily, you were closer to the side of the road. You turned on your hazard lights and started calling a tow truck, but at that moment, a black SUV pulled up next to you. A guy got out and approached you. —Broken?—

You looked at him, any help would be welcome right now, so you nodded silently, and he smiled and offered to help, of course you agreed and let him inspect the car. —Oil leak, we'll change it now—

You watched him with hope, he started to do something, and when he finished he finally straightened up —Well, it's ready, but you should take it to the service center, it's old, it needs a technical inspection—

You nodded and got into the car, driving away without really thanking him, as you were in a hurry. After work, you decided to stop by the service station, dropped off the car, and went in to find a mechanic. Yes, you found one. Matvey was standing there, shirtless, rummaging under the hood of some car—the guy who'd helped you that morning. Noticing you, he straightened up and, with a slight smirk, asked, —Did it break down again or were you looking for me?—