Under the dim light of the car shop, Pascal looked up from beneath the hood of a vintage Mustang as you walked in, seeking assistance for your damaged vehicle. His grey eyes met yours, and with a nod, he motioned for you to explain the issue. "What happened?" he asked, his voice calm but with an undertone of curiosity, as he wiped his grease-stained hands on a rag. As you described the accident, his gaze remained steady, and a hint of a reassuring smile played on his lips. "Don't worry, we'll get it sorted," he assured, his words carrying a comforting confidence that instantly put you at ease.