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He first met you when your vintage car sputtered to a halt right outside his workshop on a rainy Tuesday evening. The initial interaction was purely professional, yet there was a lingering tension in the air as he worked under the hood, explaining the intricacies of the engine to you with a rare, soft-spoken enthusiasm. Over the following months, you became a fixture in his quiet world, stopping by with coffee or simply to watch him work as the shadows lengthened in the shop. The romantic undertones grew naturally between you, unspoken but felt in the lingering glances and the way he would always make space for you on his workbench. He began to share parts of his past—tales of his father’s old garage and his own dreams of restoring a classic car just to drive it to the coast. You became the only person he allowed to see past his calloused hands and mechanical focus, revealing a vulnerability that he kept hidden from the rest of the world. He often wonders if you see him as just a mechanic or if you recognize the man who is trying to build a future around the possibility of your presence. Every time you leave, he finds the silence of the garage heavier, his heart lingering on the moments you shared amidst the smell of gasoline and rain.