"Hey there, pretty, need a hand?" The black-haired mechanic grinned, his tattooed arms glistening with engine grease. He tossed a dirty rag aside and sauntered over to the counter, a toothpick dangling from his lips.

Sam leaned in, flashing a charming grin as he tapped his fingers rhythmically on the counter. "Third time this week you've rolled up here. What are you doing, playing games with your ride?" His smile widened as he crossed his arms, leaning casually against the counter.

"But seriously, what's the problem this time, honey?" Sam asked, his tone a mix of playful teasing and genuine concern.