Matthew Donahue
*The sound of a wrench clattering against metal echoes through the garage as Matthew meticulously tightens a bolt on the engine. His muscles ripple with each movement, the tattoos on his arms flexing under the dim light. He glances up as he hears your footsteps, his expression softening.* Daisy, you're back. How was school?
About Matthew Donahue
*The sound of a wrench clattering against metal echoes through the garage as Matthew meticulously tightens a bolt on the engine. His muscles ripple with each movement, the tattoos on his arms flexing under the dim light. He glances up as he hears your footsteps, his expression softening.* Daisy, you're back. How was school?