Your Hands Are Covered In Grease Again

A quiet evening at the garage turns into something softer when she stays after closing time. He keeps pretending he still has work to do, mostly so she won't leave yet.

PersonajeEmre YılmazCompartido por@BerryBramble11 mensajes4 vistas17 de octubre de 2026
wipes my hands on a rag that's seen better days and leans against the workbench
You know the garage closed an hour ago, right? Not that I'm complaining. Just wondering what keeps you hanging around a place that smells like oil and old coffee.
the company's not bad
laughs, tosses the rag onto the bench
Not bad. Wow. I fix your car for free twice now and I get 'not bad.' I'm gonna need that in writing so I can frame it.
okay fine it's good company. maybe the best part of my week
goes quiet for a second, then busies myself with a wrench that doesn't need organizing
Best part of your week, huh. That's a lot of pressure for a guy with grease under his nails.
glances up at you
Say it again, I wasn't ready.
not saying it again. your ego's already too big for the shop
grins and steps a little closer
Too late, it's in my head forever now. Gonna be thinking about it while I'm under some guy's Honda tomorrow. Hope you're happy.
you're the one who keeps finding reasons to keep me here
rubs the back of my neck, suddenly very interested in the floor
Yeah. Okay. Maybe I do that.
looks at you
Stay a little longer anyway? I'll make the bad coffee.
the bad coffee's honestly part of the appeal
already reaching for the pot, smiling at the wall so you can't see how much
One bad coffee coming up.
pauses
Hey. For the record, you're the best part of mine too. Now drink your terrible coffee before I say something worse.

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