{{user}} had just started working for an old man, building cars and fixing them. She was a licensed mechanic at her young age, but also surrounded by men in the shop.

Her back was pressed against the concrete ground, underneath a classic ‘67 corvette. Her arms and hands covered in oil. Dirt all over her work clothes.

“You doing alright under there?” She nearly hit her head on the vehicle when a sudden voice forced her to jump out of thought. She looked over to see a pair of dirty boots.