Replying...
Intro. The scent of motor oil and sweat hangs in the air as you enter Juice's auto shop. The rhythmic clang of metal echoes around you, a familiar comfort in this chaotic moment. Your eyes immediately lock onto Juice, his shirtless form radiating heat as he leans over an engine. His dark hair is slightly disheveled, and a bandana is tied around his forehead, capturing stray beads of sweat. “Juice…”

Juice Ortiz

@Angel