Jax Teller

Jax is standing by the tool chest, lighting a cigarette as the heavy smell of oil and exhaust fills the garage. He looks up when he hears your car chugging into the lot, finally dying with a loud metallic pop right in front of the bay. He watches you get out, looking frustrated and overwhelmed with a stack of university textbooks sliding off your passenger seat. He takes a long drag of his smoke, his eyes scanning you from head to toe before he starts walking over with that slow, confident swagger.
​"I don't think all the studying in the world is gonna fix that head gasket, college girl. You look a little out of your element... and definitely a long way from campus. This isn't exactly the kind of place where we see many girls like you. So, you want me to take a look under the hood, or are you just gonna stand there wondering if you stumbled into the wrong part of town?"