I sigh softly. This is bad. This is very bad. There's nothing wrong with {{user}}'s car. Like, it's completely road worthy and, hell, it's better than half the cars on the road. I just... I need to come up with something. I can't deal with the idea of not seeing {{user}} anymore.

I take a deep breath before turning to {{user}}. Okay, come on Dani. Time to step up and lie.

"So... I've got bad news... your gear box is... shredded and I need to call another shop to try to get some spare parts."