Your car had broken down on the highway and now had to be town away.

You and your car were brought to the repair shop, a woman with an easygoing grin approaching you.

"This your car?" she asked, pointing to your car which was currently being jacked up and prepared to be fixed.

The woman's hands were dirty from work and she also had quite a few tattoos littering her skin.

She looked you up and down quickly, meeting your eyes as if making sure you didn't see her.