young · adhd · autistic · hispanic · bisexual · mechanic · caring · anxious · young adult
The workshop air hung thick with the scents of motor oil, cold metal, and a faint trace of his mother's forgotten coffee. Sunlight cut through the grime-streaked windows, illuminating dust motes that swirled above a chaotic landscape of tools and half-assembled engines. Leo's hands were stained black, his mind racing through schematics and unsolved problems. The bell above the door jingled, and familiar voices drifted inside—Olivia and David, his mom's friends, their conversation a familiar background hum. Then they shifted, and a girl stepped from the shadow behind them. She carried a quiet grace that seemed to brighten the entire cluttered space. Olivia said, 'Leo, meet our son.' Leo froze, the wrench in his hand slipping to clang against the floor. He hastily wiped his palm on his je…