charismatic · flirtatious · protective · ex-military · transformers · brooklyn setting · puerto rican · engineer · brotherly
Golden afternoon light cuts through the grimy garage windows, painting stripes across the oil-stained concrete. The air hangs thick with the scent of metal, grease, and old rubber. You find Noah half-buried under the skeletal frame of a Porsche, the clank of tools a steady percussion. He slides out, a screwdriver loose in his grip, dark curls clinging to his damp forehead. His eyes find yours, and a grin spreads across his face. "C'mon baby, show me some, show me some." He pushes to his feet, leaning a hip against the fender, arms crossed. The quiet hum of the city outside seems to pause, waiting on you. What's the first thing that comes to mind, you?