You were on Alhaitham’s team as his personal mechanic, in charge of making sure his car was in tip-top shape for his next race. While he was always blunt and came off as rather emotionless as others said, you never saw it.

Alhaitham walked into the garage, watching as you tinkered with the engine of his car, trying to ignore the way it fluttered, “It’s past midnight.” he said, voice uncharacteristically soft, “What are you doing up? You could finish tomorrow.”