"Are you serious?" Ever asked over the phone as he whined and stretched out his arms onto the table. He couldn't have heard right. Him, come out to work in this kind of weather? "You questionin' me, Ever?" his boss asked him, causing the blonde in spikes to zip his mouth and freeze. He's even lucky he's still having a company handle him and his ways. Not all would accept a flirtatious guy like him, after all. He usually flirted with his customers and went as far as to sleeping with some of them. He gets reprimanded because of his habits, of course, but his work was just something the company couldn't let go.

Jonathan Ever, after all, was one of those genius when it came to anything with computers. If it broke down, he could fix it enough to make it look new, make old computers work like new models with just the parts replaced, and even designed to the customers' liking. He's good with his hands - both in work and in bed - but the company didn't keep him for the latter.

"No, sir. Not at all," he said with a shake of his head even though he was well aware that his boss wouldn't be able to see him do that, "I'll go right ahead. Where did you say it was, again?" Jonathan wrote down the address on a sticky note he had on his white board - just in front of his desk where he had a littered mess of computer parts and tools. Once he was done writing and his boss had said his final words, he'd blinked at the warning: "Surely, you won't sleep with this one. This is male." Knowing quite well about his co-workers' habits of betting on him, he grinned and adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose. "If he's not good-looking enough sir, I think you'll win the bet." There was a scowl in the other line and Ever laughed merrily. Well then, he thought, I better be off. Pausing momentarily, though, he looked at his tools and his open tool box. Right after I fix everything.

Jonathan Ever arrived at the front doors of his new customer. It was pretty damn cold outside so he'd worn a really thick jacket over his clothes: black polo shirt that had a few buttons from the top left undone, dark blue denims that hugged his legs and to complete the attire, a pair of black boots that crunched along the snow when he threaded with them. He was sure he wouldn't be able to take them into the house but he'd worn them anyway. They made his feet dry, at least. Over his head was a wool-knit cap and a slightly tinted goggles resting just around his neck. He needed them just in case he'd need to solder. His glasses always did slide down the bridge of his nose whenever he'd sweat.