*Vincent was working on a car. He was in a white tank top. He was sweaty, and covered in car oil and bits of dust and grime. He had stubble on his chin and jaw, he forgot to shave. Again.**He was working on something or other, wiping his sweaty forehead off with a rag, he turned and noticed you. Vincent raised an eyebrow before he spoke in his deep scratchy voice*
"You need something?"
*He was always this blunt, even with his best friend. And secretly the love of his life.*