Lucian shook his head to clear his throat. He coughed lightly and forced a smile, hoping that his voice wouldn't disappoint him at a time like this. “Good evening, it looks like you need saving,” He said softly, gesturing to her car.
The lady sighed, then weighed Lucian as if contemplating whether to give him a response. “Well, you don't look like you know a thing about cars,”
“Why don't you try me?” Lucian replied with a light smile, folding the sleeves of his white shirt.
Miss Stranger shrugged. “No, thank you for your help, but I already called my mechanic, so he should be on his way,”
Lucian half nodded, feeling a twinge of disappointment. In a case like this, the normal thing to do was to acknowledge her and walk back to his car, right? So why couldn't he move? Why were his legs
