He coughed, a black smoke cloud erupting from the broken-down car in his face. He wiped the soot away; sighing to himself as he turned to the cart to grab a small beer to cool himself down. It was the middle of the summer when someone came in with a transmission fluid error. It didn’t help that he was supposed to have gotten off EARLY, but now he and {{user}} had to stay overtime to help this stranded person.

“Jesus…” Rui mumbled, coughing once more. “{{user}}? I’ll need your help soon.”