The evening with Nora went by faster than I had thought. I couldn't sleep a wink at all during the night, but whether it was because of my nervousness or my slight drunkenness is questionable. I have always been the type who couldn't sleep at all when I drank too much, which never made sense to me because others fall asleep on the spot, wherever they may be at the time. 

I dropped Nora at her apartment after we had a great time together and drove back home in her car because she didn't want to spend the night at my place, although I tried to convince her umpteen times. I look out of the window onto the street and immediately spot the silver car that will give me access to his workshop today and a strange feeling starts building up in the pit of my stomach just at the thought of it. But I promised myself I'd do it, so there's no turning back.

Walking to my closet to pick out a decent but still nice outfit I decide on ripped, skinny jeans and a loose-fit shirt. I leave my hair in its natural form, but still try to put the curls, which hang wildly around, down properly. With soft make-up, which consists only of concealer, mascara, and a little bit of lip gloss, I want to appear fresh but not overdone. I don't want it to look like I've put too much effort into it.

Happy with the way I look, I reach for my purse and the car keys and exit my apartment after locking the door. Luckily, Nora's car has an integrated navigation system that will help me find my way without much difficulty. I'm a bit anxious, so I can't bother checking the road signs. As I drive, I almost crash into a car ahead, but take a deep breath and try to concentrate so that I can reach my destination. 

The lady in the navigation system tells me that I should reach my destination after the next right turn and I start to sweat in the palms of my hands. I lean forward a little in my seat and grip the steering wheel tighter. I don't even know how to enter the workshop, I don't even know if it is open or if he's present. Could also be that he has no shift today, who knows. I hadn't even thought about it and now I'm getting even more nervous, although it might not be a bad thing that I won't see him because I might act like a complete idiot again. I could tell Nora that he wasn't working and she'd leave me alone. But honestly, I'm dying inside to see him. 

I take the last turn into the street and spot his place at some distance, at the end of the dead-end street. From the outside, it looks like a normal workshop. A few car pieces are leaning against the wall outside and a car lift is holding up a car that has been almost completely destroyed by an accident. I slowly drive forward and notice that the big gate of the workshop is fully open, but I can't see anyone. I slowly get out of the car and march with heavy steps towards the entrance.

I really can't believe that I'm actually here right now. The things Nora makes me do are always things out of my comfort zone. How could I agree to come here in the first place, I'm an overthinker, all kinds of scenarios are playing out in my head right now. 

I pause at the entrance of the gate and try to catch sight of someone in the large area by moving my body from left to right. Just as I'm about to call out for anybody in here, I notice a car with its hood open in the right corner of the room and a man standing with his back facing me. He is wearing a sleeveless shirt which makes me wonder if he isn't cold, his hands and forearms are stained black because of the engine oil and he is leaning over the open car hood with a wrench fidgeting at the engine. I recognize that it is him because his right arm is decorated with tattoos that left me speechless the first time I saw them, muscles flexing with his every movement.

I'm about to call for him, when at that moment a blonde girl appears from behind the car, leaning seductively against the side of the car.

And it's not just any blonde girl.

It's the blondie who was at the mall last week with me and Nora, the blondie who was pissing me off all the time. Seeing her here and this very moment drags my mood down to such an extent that the best thing to do is to get back in the car and leave this place without being caught by any of them. What is she even doing here? Out of all days she had to come here when I decided to do the same.

I watch as she attempts to get his attention by twirling a strand of hair between her fingers and almost sticking her fake breasts up his nose. He chuckles nervously as she tells him something in a pout and I almost throw up when she tries to act cute. She slowly shifts her thigh onto the hood almost revealing her special part and that's when I clear my throat to be noticed. 

"I think you have a customer," she says, annoyed at being disturbed not even bothering to look in my direction. 

Jungkook looks up from the hood, our eyes meet and remain focused on each other for the next few seconds and his eyes beam with both surprise and gladness. He slowly puts the tool in his hand down on the floor, still keeping his eyes on me, and slowly walks towards me wiping his hands on a clean towel. My heart suddenly starts racing and making somersaults. His eyes are still big and sparkling, the corners of his lips lift up into a soft smile as he gets near with every step he takes. 

Why is he so attractive? 

"Hey," he breaths out now standing a few steps in front of me. 

"Elaine, oh my goodness, what a coincidence to see you here!" The fake blonde interrupts me as I'm about to greet him too, and throws herself on me by swinging her arms around my neck and giving me a wet kiss on both cheeks. I flinch scrunching up my nose in distaste and try to remove her arms from around me. 

"Oh, hey, what are you doing here?" I mumble half-heartedly forcing myself to put on a smile.

"You two know each other?" Jungkook asks in surprise, now looking back and forth between us.

"Yeah, she is the best friend of a good friend of mine, she's a quiet one, aren't you Elaine?" She chimes, still not giving me a chance to greet him properly. Her eyelashes flutter as she puts a hand on his shoulder making my blood boil. Her eyes meet mine and I could swear to God that the look in them tells me to get out before she launches on me. 

Who does she think she is? Pretends to be the nicest person on earth, but when no one is watching, her devil horns make their appearance. I was so damn right when I couldn't find a reason why Nora would be friends with such a person. Normally I'm not a person who judges someone when they don't even know them. But she, oh, she deserves every insult I'm firing at her in my mind right now. 

"What are you doing here anyway? Didn't know you were into cars. I wouldn't want your nails to get ruined," I raise both of my eyebrows completely ignoring her unnecessary remark and accepting her challenge in being sassy. Jungkook snorts out of pure entertainment but has to pull himself together by scratching his nose with his finger because he receives a death glare from the girl. 

"Jungkook and I were running my car through a checkup because I'm going on a trip with my friends. Well, we did until you interrupted us," rolling her eyes at me, she drops her hand down from his shoulder to grip on his bicep, squeezing it a little at which he just looks at me nervously. I can tell that she is making him uncomfortable with everything she does or says.

Actually nobody could stop me now from ripping the fake blonde hair off her head and shoving it into her mouth, but I think I should save my aggression for another time. I don't want him to get a wrong impression of me, it's already enough that I slapped him and spilled coffee on him.

"Actually, I'm done with your checkup. Your car is in top shape, you don't have to worry about your trip," Jungkook states quickly intervening to prevent a possible upcoming bitchfight.  

"Well, there you go. No need for you to stay here and get engine oil on your pretty skirt. Have fun and a safe trip!" I smile quite innocently, shooing her off lightly towards her car ignoring her complaints completely. Jungkook follows us to her car, where he slams the hood of the sports car shut and puts the keys in her left hand. With a dry bye, I close the door for her and distance myself a little from the car, in case she 'accidentally' runs over my foot. We both watch as she drives off with screeching tires and an angry face. 

"You don't like her very much, do you?" he grins down at me as she is completely out of our sight and I spin around to him scratching my neck. 

"I'm sorry that I literally shooed your customer away and I don't want to sound like a complete ass, but I can't stand her. We only saw each other once, well twice now, and I couldn't stand her from the first second I met her," I respond and he nods in understanding. "And from the look on your face, it looked like you wanted her out of here as well."

"Well, you kind of saved me. Ashley stops by a lot, and I have to admit she's not the type of person whose company I enjoy," he shrugs smiling down at me, now a few steps closer than he was before. That adorable, yet charming smile of his, which I haven't been able to get out of my head for days pops up and I start to get nervous again, fidgeting with my fingers to distract myself from staring too much. 

"What brings you here?" he asks when he doesn't get anything in response from me, eyes wide in the realization that he might have put it the wrong way, he adds. "Don't get me wrong, I'm happy to see you again. What I meant was, is everything all right?"

"Yes, everything's fine. I just wanted to apologize one more time for last week when I burned your chest. And for the slap that night. I'm really sorry," I mumble, feeling guilty, and keep my eyes everywhere but on him because for whatever reason I can't look into his captivating eyes.

"You don't have to apologize, it was half as bad. Look," he says causing me to lift my gaze from the floor just to be struck with his broad chest. He has moved his sleeveless shirt to the side so I can see that he hasn't gotten any blisters or anything and I blush so hard because he so proudly displays his bare chest to me. 

"I'm glad," my voice comes out as just a low whisper and he looks down at me with a confident smirk, his eyes hooded with amusement knowing that it indeed affected me the way he wanted to. 

Clearing my throat, I now gradually proceed back to Nora's car to implement the actual plan. I was distracted until now, first by the annoying nag who was present until a few minutes ago, and secondly because he had captivated me with his flirtatious aura as if I was under a spell. Thinking clearly already doesn't exist for me anymore. The fact that he would leave such a tremendous effect on me without really making an effort to do so seems not to be quite healthy to me. How could a stranger, whom I had only seen twice in my life, make me blush and become so flustered that I forget everything around me. I'm afraid he can erase my own name completely from my brain using only his pinkie finger. Such men are dangerous, dangerous but magnetic. And I'm so ready to be drawn in.

"Actually, I also decided to stop by to get my tires changed since it's spring already," I turn around to him once I have opened the trunk so that he can take out the summer tires that Nora and I loaded last night. 

"That's a matter of half an hour, we'll have that done in no time." Now standing next to me, he grabs the tires one by one and carefully places them next to the car, only to run back into his workshop to get the necessary tools. 

Jogging back out again, he kneels in front of the right wheel and skillfully starts twisting and turning it, the view throwing me completely out of focus again. His muscles flex with every movement, the tattoos, which make me curious about their meaning, are dancing on his skin with his every move so I have to fan myself to cool down. 

"Changing tires is actually an easy task. Your boyfriend could have done that very easy for you," he looks up at me from the position he is in, his gaze challenging and a bit, how shall I say, raging? Both of my eyebrows jump up in the air. At this point, I become curious about how he would think that I have a boyfriend. I don't remember ever implying, let alone saying, that I have one. 

"I never said I had one."