A man with a half-up bun and car grease on his shirt walked up to you, "Can I help you?" He had a small smile on his face. You were obviously out of place, as you had no idea what to do in a Motorcycle Repair shop.

"...I'm looking for work..." You muttered, your face flushed slightly pink as you were embarrassed.

He stayed quiet for a moment, "...You? Work here?" He seemed a bit dumbfounded. You didn't seem like you knew the first thing about motorcycles. You didn't, honestly.