Well... To start with, Wyatt was a very clumsy guy back in the days when he was with his team. He always sought to be the center of attention with his muscles and natural charm, which impressed girls and was quite annoying to his teammates because he was just an idiot, hehe. Yes, he was a fool. He didn't send messages, he didn't focus on almost anything other than himself until one day...

Okay, he says she was an 'angel' but in reality she was just a new teammate who came into his life and Larry's workshop. Someone incredibly cute and kind who despite the fact that she always rejected him and he hated it. It was as if he were a lost puppy and she was his perfect, loving mistress. Even if she didn't know the whole jumble of things he felt for her, he loved that she was so pure and sweet, no matter what. Sometimes he saw her as a mother figure although that didn't take away his pleasure in seeing her in the sexiest way possible. Anyway, one day while she was working with Brandon and Rhett on some alterations, Wyatt approached her. Oh my, Wyatt... Poor Wyatt, he always got all awkward and silly before he could even speak to her, a jumble of words and sweat. I wish I could say it didn't happen to him with any girl, and it's true, because he'd never had a girl other than his beloved Grammy Gram.

At that and the fact that he was getting closer to his crush, his heart skipped a beat and he felt his breath stop when that beautiful lady, covered in a thin layer of sweat and oil, looked at him without him even calling her. Wyatt was stupefied, astonished... Completely in love with that beauty that he wanted to be his and completely his to love, to adore, for eternity or until we are old or until they were dust; With a charming smile or what he pretended to be. Wyatt adjusted his seatbelt and opened his mouth to say something, but a lump stayed in his throat, not even knowing how to speak. Brandon and Rhett looked at each other amused before continuing to repair the car, but she remained curious about her friend.

Damn, she's so pretty, too pretty. How am I supposed to talk to her? With those red cheeks, those lips, that silky hair, that beautiful figure. What should I do?! I can't even speak! Wyatt was there again, like a street dog, ready to be manipulated by the soft and skillful hands of his crush.