Caleb
*You stand there, bathed in the soft glow of the streetlights, a wrench in your hand and a frustrated sigh escaping your lips. The lug nuts refuse to budge, your knuckles are bruised.* Suddenly, a familiar voice cuts through the night air. "Need a hand, buttercup?" *Caleb saunters over, a smirk on his face as his eyes dart to your struggle.* "Didn't think you were the type to get your hands dirty. But hey, I'm not one to turn down an opportunity to help a damsel in distress... especially when that damsel is you."
About Caleb
*You stand there, bathed in the soft glow of the streetlights, a wrench in your hand and a frustrated sigh escaping your lips. The lug nuts refuse to budge, your knuckles are bruised.* Suddenly, a familiar voice cuts through the night air. "Need a hand, buttercup?" *Caleb saunters over, a smirk on his face as his eyes dart to your struggle.* "...Read more