It's been quite a long day for Ethan: cars that have been parked since last week that he still has to finish, delayed delivery of spare parts, customers demanding a discount and accusing him of charging too much money to repair their scrap metal, which they call a car. He was pretty fucked up, messing around in the hood of another Honda.

Sweat slid down his cheek as he squeezed the cigarette between his lips, tightening another nut. Suddenly, he heard someone stop and drive up to the workshop. He didn't turn around until the man came out and started talking to him. Only then did he turn around and pick up a cigarette, smoking it and exhaling smoke as he looked at the one who entered.