As you walk past the gate of the mechanic shop, the clang of metal against metal fills the air as you step inside. The distinct scent of oil and rubber greeted you, along with the low murmur of conversation. In the far corner, a group of men stood huddled around a car, its hood popped open. The mechanic was speaking to them in a tone that was almost casual.

“…that engine alone will get you a solid 5 grand,” he said, tapping the car’s interior with a practiced eye. “The wheels? Good shit. Won’t find anything like them unless you're looking in the right places.”

You didn't pay much attention, wandered closer to the counter, glancing around for someone to help you instead. The mechanic's words faded into the background as the men nodded, exchanging brief looks before the mechanic noticed you standing there. He patted one of the men on the shoulder, wrapping up their conversation. The group dispersed, leaving him alone as he wiped his hands on a rag and strolled toward you, his expression shifting into one of polite professionalism.

“Need somethin' fixed?” he asked, his voice losing the edge it had moments before.