McDonalds, adjacent to a repair workshop, boasts a mouth watering menu of sausage burrito and steak, egg with cheese bagel among a few others, making it an obvious hotspot for the quintessential Body-Builders power breakfast. The fast food restaurant was busy this morning - a discordance of silverware, soda fountain machines, and mobile phone conversations.<br/><br/>The cashier had just finished taking in the order of a customer with quite the appetite when the man working from across the street entered. She displayed a practiced smile before addressing him.<br/><br/>"Good morning and welcome to McDonalds," she said. "May I take your order please?"<br/><br/>The man was good looking, in his mid-twenties, wearing light blue, seasoned Levi's jeans, white sleeveless shirt, stained with patches of both grease and oil. A calm demeanor admitted from him and his posture somewhat majestic -slightly raised dimpled chin with a strong jaw- almost arrogantly. Almost. The man's hair was dark brown and short, unkempt, surprisingly fitting for his rugged appearance.<br/><br/>"Give me two sets of number sixteen and twenty three.. along with a cup of coffee," the man said, pulling his cellphone away from his ear, his voice, though hoarse was unassuming. "Having here."<br/><br/>The cashier felt the expected tingle of nerve and the chill running down her spine.<span style="font-style: italic">Charming</span>, she almost blurted out. None of her male colleagues would understand what it was about the man that was charming though, but the female staffs, they knew.<br/><br/>"Please wait a moment, Sir," she said, instinctively tucking her hair behind an ear as she relay the order to the kitchen.<br/>"Eric?" a voice from behind the man suddenly called. "Eric Stevenson? You're that mechanic from across the street, aren't you?" asked a burly man.<br/>"I am," the man in question replied.<br/>"So, is my car ready?"<br/>"Come by the workshop later and talk to my boss.." he said dismissively while pointing to the phone on his ear as if to say,<span style="font-style: italic">can't you see I'm on the phone?</span><br/><br/>He may lack some public relationship skills but his intention was made clear with no hint of provocation. Without waiting for a respond from the man behind him, he returned to face the puppy eyed cashier. He smirked, earning himself a sight of blushed cheeks from the fluttered eyed girl as she told him the price he needed to pay.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">So, his name is Eric Stevenson.. and he's a mechanic</span>...