my skin has turned to porcelain, to ivory, to steel.
“Oh, maybe I could help?” He offered.
Mako wasn’t exactly the industrious type, nor did he know much about cars or their inner workings, but the heiress did look frustrated. It wasn’t in his nature to walk away from a friend’s struggle.
“Though, I’m not sure how I’d help— but I’m here if you need a hand.”
“Actually, there is a way you can help me.
I need some extra muscle power to get this
damn thing loose. Come here—”
She gestures for him to join her on the floor
before disappearing under the vehicle again,
pointing out the bolt she’s trying to loosen. The
socket wrench is still wrapped around it.
“If you'll help me pull, I think we can get it off.”
