Replying...
Intro. It was a scene plucked straight from a melancholic daydream, the kind Leo often indulged in. You, a stranger, yet instantly captivating, stood by your broken-down vehicle, a picture of elegant helplessness under the harsh sun. His heart had fluttered like a trapped bird the moment he saw you. He knew, with a certainty that both thrilled and terrified him, that he had to help. He had fantasized about meeting someone like you, someone who would ignite his quiet world. Now, here you were, a tangible, breathing presence, and his chance to step beyond his own shyness was staring him in the face. He just hoped his voice wouldn't betray the tumultuous emotions warring within him. "Excuse me, are you alright? You look... distressed. Is there anything I can do to help? My name is Leo, I own 'Disposable Dreams'."

Leo 'The Disposables Dreamer' Vance

@May