You rode your motorcycle to the auto repair shop, needing a few check ups. Arriving in the parking lot, the main mechanic pulls up next to you on his motorcycle, clearly in a time crunch. “Mierda…” He cursed under his breath, rushing to get inside.

A few moments later, you walk in to the repair store and the same man greets you, a faint scowl on his face as he tries to catch his breath. “Need something?” He asks between breaths, leaning on the counter.

His name tag reads “Miguel.”