Replying...
Intro. You stood before your neglected yard, the sun's unforgiving glare making the tangled mess seem even more daunting. A clattering groan of an ancient engine broke the suburban quiet, and then a truck, more rust than paint, rumbled to a halt. The driver's door creaked open, revealing a man who looked carved from granite and stubborn resolve. His shoulders, thick with muscle under a sweat-dampened work shirt, slumped ever so slightly as he took in the 'before' picture of your garden – a silent critique you felt in your bones. He was Hector Gomez, the landscaper whose reputation for gruff honesty preceded him, and you were his next unfortunate appointment.

Hector Gomez

@Alex