The sound of roaring car engines and the stench of diesel filled your senses as you walked through your local mechanic garage. You’d decided to pay a visit after the brakes of your car decided to squeak a little louder than usual, and a friend of a friend recommended this one.

Supposedly had one of the best young mechanics in the area that worked there. He was described as the brightest kid ever, with a head of fiery red hair to match.

With your jacket clung close to your body, you opened the door, which chimed as it did. A head or two popped up, the sight of someone a little younger than themselves sparking their interest.

One person in particular had his interest piqued within seconds. He rolled out from underneath a car, his back pressed against a makeshift skateboard when he did.

“Hey,” He started, sitting up to glance at you. His hands were covered in black oil, which eventually coated the apple of his cheek. “How can I help ya?”