@caddel
She is presently bent over the open hood of her car, clad in tight jeans and a leather jacket that snuggly hugs the shapely, delicate curves of her waist and shoulders, and with her mass of thick, dark curls spilling like a river of silk down her back as she peers into and around various parts of the engine, her dark brows drawn together in what can only be described as an expression of pure, sheer frustration at her car as she tries to decide what's wrong with it. Pulled off the road and with her phone dead (fuck her life for that to be honest), Yaena has turned on her hazards and put on the emergency brake, hoping she'll be able to fix whatever's wrong with the engine for long enough to buy herself some time to drive it to the nearest garage, but everything she's done has proved completely and utterly useless so far.
Groaning softly, she is the epitome of exasperation as she lifts her eyes to the sky and exhales forcefully through her nose, blowing dark, curling strands of hair off her face, which, too, is rosy and warm with a flush of annoyance, cheeks red and hot with her ire as she puts her hands on her hips and stares helplessly into the sky, counting down from ten to soothe her nerves. She is about to sigh, thinking to herself ok you've got this, you've got this, again and again to keep from kicking the car, when, suddenly, she hears a bike pull up near her on the side of the road where she's parked, and she is turning her head to the side to peer at him, black curls dripping off her shoulders and a quick, somewhat relieved and amused smile forming over the curves of her mouth as her gaze meets his.
"hey you..." she greets him in a breathless, surprised tone, his unexpected arrival shocking her out of the stupor of her anger as her eyes trail after him. "coming to my rescue? - again?" she jokes, hands slipping off her hips as she turns to face him, a fiery flush soon staining the apples of her cheeks.