@mountaintracked
"mmmmmmmh." friday afternoon had not meant to go like this. admittedly, ryan wasn't a sister of the fates, so who was he to judge what his day was supposed to be like, but at the same time... this couldn't have not been foreseen, could it? because, five pm in the afternoon - almost dinner time & he .. was stuck with a bike that refused to cooperate. if he went home without fixing it, he'd have to hit up the repair shop on monday & mondays... were not good days for that, not even in new haven.
saturday was just as bad - if not worse. families with crying kids, vacation-goers & the like. so, he sent a quick text home, telling his son he would not be home for dinner & he'd be eating out. somewhere. he'd find a place - depending on how long he'd be stuck ad the repair shop. if the mechanic ended up capable, maybe he'd be home in time. or a little later than that. maybe today only seemed like it would end in shambles & he'd find himself surprised.
yeah, pffhhht. as if.
days like these, ryan was glad new haven wasn't the a city, because he could easily push his bike through town to the shop without running into too much trouble along the way, but in the city? he wouldn't have come far. did it take for-fucking-ever? for sure. but hoping to find a rental suv or truck in the area? felt too much like hoping for a miracle. ryan didn't believe in miracles.
the light was on when he got there, the big door up front up & open, practically inviting him in - only that... the shop was empty? music was rustling on an old radio somewhere around there, but even when he listened closely... that was all he could pick up on. he glanced around, searching & finding a place for him to sit while he waited, but it seemed like he wouldn't have to.
alpha.
ryan caught that scent long before he even saw the culprit, but when he did, he knew he was looking at the right guy. definitely like him, if not ... quite. not that it mattered, who cared what the alpha was? surely not him. why would he? alphas were fucking overrated anyway & he already had too many of them messing with him. brows furrowed to form his usual frown, because why on earth did he have to run into an alpha working here? surely, there were omega mechanics, too, ....right? right? ugh.
soft sigh of defeat, because he wasn't going to spend the next hour arguing about a replacement mechanic when this one seemed to be the only one in the shop for the weekend anyway. arms crossed in front of his chest, ryan .. instinctively made himself a little more ...confident, despite a little voice whispering relentlessly. so maybe he was handsome... for an alpha & yeah, okay .. maybe he smelled surprisingly nice. didn't change the fact he was an alpha, though & the scent.. probably only hit him as hard as it did, because he was close to a whole-ass week of horror.
"you still takin' on jobs for t'night? kinda need my ride fixed fast." he really wanted to forget his manners, but ... alpha or not, he couldn't just ... not. "please."
