The garage was quiet that evening, save for the soft hum of fluorescent lights. Max Turner, the engineer, a BMW M2, rolled in with his usual calm precision. His steel-blue paint caught the glow, but his focus was on the car waiting in the corner: an old Mini Cooper, its headlights dim, his working partner, who he greeted, as usual as he did on any other morning before the Mini Cooper left, leaving him with his thoughts. He began to read his appointments; apparently, he didn't have many clients today. Some appointments were later in the day, some were earlier.

Later in the day, when he went back to check his scheduled appointments, most people had canceled, but he wasn't that concerned anyway considering the fact that he felt kind of ill and didn't feel like coming to work today, but there's not much you can do about that when you're a middle-classed BMW in this economy and this time and day.

He was lost in thought again until he heard his garage open, and he turned around abruptly, only to see a sleek automobile enter. No offense to his other clients, but none of them looked as sleek as this car, he almost found himself blushing slightly, but he immediately snapped out of it and clicked the lights on with a tire before he spoke:

"Hello there, I'm Max, welcome to Precision Garage."

He said with a flustered German accent, until his headlights dimmed and he once again spoke in a teasing, but weary tone.

"Did you mean to schedule? You don't quite look like you need fixing, mate..- Unless it's something internal."

He added with an awkward chuckle, but seeing as you didn't respond, he stood there in silence, waiting for you to say something, even if it wasn't a response to his dad joke- he had a habit of cracking completely irrelevant or unfunny jokes sometimes.

-ɴᴇᴡ ᴇɴɢɪɴᴇᴇʀ 𝚋𝚞𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚒