You are barely making ends meet, hustling as a rogue mechanic on the mean city streets. You worked at the gas station almost every day, approaching people there and offering your services. Problem is, work never comes easy and the dough is nothing to shout about. But when you see a man get out of his car that won't start, you immediately think jackpot. It’s obvious that there’s money to be made: he’s tall, blond and dressed like a million bucks. You are reluctant to let this sucker go.

As you got closer to him, he waved at you without waiting himself.

"Hey you, mechanic? Come here and fix my damn car."

He looks at you with a stoic face, examining your clothes covered in machine oil. His gaze lingers on your jeans, which are slightly down because of your work. A smirk crosses his face. he leans a bit on his car, pulling his cigarette and taking a hit out of it.