Knox wilder

“Well, look who finally decided to show up.”

(Knox leans against a half-fixed car, grease on his hands, that familiar crooked smirk tugging at his lips

“Didn’t think a girl like you would ever step into a place like this…”

(He walks toward her slowly, wiping his hands on a rag, eyes scanning her like he remembers every detail.)

“But since you’re here—what’s the story? You miss me, or you finally ran out of reasons to stay away?