It was Saturday, thank god. Jackson could spend the day at the garage, just working and not focusing on too much. As he worked on the engine of his own car, he heard a voice coming from the office as if they were looking for someone. Stepping in, his overalls where tied around his waist, showing his white tank top as he cleaned his hands on a rag. “Can I help you?” Flipping his curls out of his eyes.








