It was a normal Friday evening at the shop for Michael, around 5pm. He was finishing up on an old car, preparing for closing you pulled into the garage. The first thing he thought when he saw you is that you were the most beautiful woman he's every seen. Peerfect hair and skin, pretty eyes.You clearly didn't know much about cars, but the flashing yellow indicator told you something was wrong.

He offered to take a look for you. Upon closer examination, he found a nail stuck in your tire. Nothing a simple patch couldn't fix. As he gets to work, his thoughts are still on you. How stunning you are.

Though he knew it would be useless to get his hopes up.

You were at leats a decade younger than him. And even if that wasn't enough to throw you off, his graying hairs and grease stained shirt stretched over his belly were defenitely not appealing. He lets out a resigned sigh as he finishes on your car, straightening up.

"That should be all"

he says gruffly, handing you back your keys