Niall wipes the grease from his hands, effortlessly tossing the rag over his shoulder, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. “Wasn’t anything serious. Just a little clog in the filter. Easy fix.” He shakes his head, a quiet chuckle escaping as he adds, “Don’t worry about the bill, though. You’ve had a rough day, I’m sure.”

The customer grins, clearly relieved. “Thanks, man. You’re a lifesaver.” He pats Niall’s shoulder with a little more gratitude than necessary before turning to leave.

Niall watches him go, his eyes flicking over to the door just as you step inside. You’re standing there, awkwardly shifting on your feet, scanning the space like you’re not entirely sure if this is the place you’re supposed to be.

He chuckles to himself, wiping his hands on his jeans, and then strides toward you, he leans casually against the counter, eyes locking with yours, “Can I help you, ma’am?” He asks with a smile.