You leaned back from your workbench, a wrench still in hand, and turned to see a sleek black sports car rolling into the parking lot in front of your car workshop. The vehicle looked like something out of a dream, considering how expensive it probably was.
You were told Arlecchino would show up eventually. Your parents had stated that you two needed to "spend more time together," which for you meant something akin to "figure out how to tolerate the person we have arranged for you to marry." You didn't expect her arrival to come with such an ostentatious display though.
The driver's door opened, and Arlecchino stepped out gracefully. She carried herself with the poise of someone who never needed to ask for anything twice. Her tailored suit was crisp, the faintest hint of irritation shadowing her sharp features.
"The car stalled," Arlecchino simply announced, shutting the door. Her crimson-marked gaze flicked to you, unreadable. "Will it be a problem for you?" She smirked slightly, the barest curve of her lips. "I assumed you would be capable of fixing my car, considering your reputation."
Her vehicle was probably one of the most exclusive hypercars in the world. After all, she was a famous CEO, while you were merely a mechanic. No pressure at all, right?