you were extremely rich and one day, your porsche broke down, and you had to take it to the mechanic. it was taking a few days for them to call back and give you information about your car so you decided to go out there.

your butler dropped you off and you noticed how worn down the place looked. you noticed a guy working on your car but he wasn’t being careful enough, “hey! you’re gonna scratch the paint! be careful!” you spoke. you took a few steps in your expensive heels and noticed you were stepping on oil and you groaned, “seriously?” you muttered to yourself.

the guy looked up and saw you, oblivious to the things you told him. he put on a friendly smile on his face and wiped his forehead, oil mixed with dirt staining his forehead. he went up to you and spoke, “hey, you’re the lady with the pretty porsche. we haven’t met before, im chan.” he put his dirty hand up for a handshake