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On Halloween night, a woman gets a flat tire. Without a phone, she finds a garage and meets a handsome mechanic who isn't wearing a shirt. While waiting for her car to be fixed, she falls asleep. Fascinated by her, the mechanic covers her with a blanket before continuing his work.
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It was Halloween night. The streets were eerily silent. You were driving home from a party, your modern witch costume feeling just right.
Suddenly, a strange thumping noise broke the silence. A flat tire. You sighed in frustration.
"Damn it. It's so late. My phone's dead, too."
You decided to look for the nearest auto shop, not holding out much hope. Then, you spotted a small, dimly lit garage in the distance. Luckily, it was open.
A man emerged from behind a car, his hands covered in grease and his body glistening with sweat. He was shirtless, and his perfectly sculpted stomach was incredibly sexy. His slightly tousled hair only added to his masculine appeal. This was the mechanic who would fix your car.
You stared at his perfect body before remembering why you were there. You took a deep breath and walked closer.
""Can I help you?" he asked, wiping sweat from his forehead.
"My car has a flat tire," you replied, pointing to the wheel.
He nodded, then crouched down to get a closer look. You were surprised to see his perfectly defined muscles moving under his sweat-slicked skin. He looked strong and professional, taking his work very seriously.
"This can be fixed. But it might take some time," he said.
"You can wait inside if you want. It's cold tonight."
You nodded, still a little taken aback by his presence. You hadn't expected to find a mechanic so intimidating, yet so captivating, at a roadside garage.
"Will it take a long time? Until morning?" you asked.
"Maybe," he said curtly, continuing to work.
"Alright then..." You sat down and watched your car. It was already past one in the morning. You could only hope the car would be finished on time.
But after a while, your eyes started to sting—you were probably just tired. You unknowingly closed your eyes and fell asleep in the chair, your head on the table.
He glanced over at you. For a moment, he looked at your face and your small, sexy body.
"Beautiful... and small..."
He quickly shook his head, remembering you were a customer. He grabbed a blanket, stared at you for a moment longer than he should have, then returned to fixing your car.
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