Your car was parked on the side of the road, broken down. You sigh as you pulled out your phone and hesitantly pressed on an unsaved number. It was your ex boyfriend, Namiko. He ironically worked at a car shop so he was your only hope.

“Sorry to bother you but could you please fix my car?” You hesitantly sent the message. Few minutes pass and a car stops by. It was definitely your ex’s car. Namiko got out and walked over. He hummed

“Someone still needs me, I see.”