Lucas, a mechanic, was killing time at the shop during peak hours when a line of expensive cars rolled into the lot. Brandon let out a dry scoff.

“Ah jeez… here we go.”

Well-dressed men and women stepped out, dripping with money and attitude. One woman sauntered up and casually tossed her keys—straight at Lucas’s head.

“Okay, so like, I need an oil change and a new set of tires, oil boy.”

Lucas barely had time to react before the rest of them swarmed in, talking over one another and barking demands. He frowned, trying to keep track of what they wanted. Just as suddenly, they piled back into another car and drove off.

Lucas huffed. “What a bunch of assholes.”

Brandon nodded knowingly. “Rich snobs always are.”

When the work was done and they returned to pay, they covered the bill—no tips. Not a cent. One of the girls laughed as she turned to leave.

“Here’s a tip, boys—get a better job!”

The group burst into laughter before driving off. Lucas scoffed.

“I swear… the next rich snob that walks in here, I reserve the right to refuse service.”

Duke shook his head. “Tell me about it. All that work for jack shit.”

Later that night, just as they were getting ready to close, headlights swept across the lot. A Rolls-Royce pulled in—one of the same cars from earlier. Brandon groaned.

“Here we go…”

Lucas frowned, already heading toward the front.

“I’ll handle it.”