The smell of oil and metal hung in the air as you stepped into the busy workshop, the sound of clinking tools echoing around you. Murat was standing near a car, his hands stained with grease as he worked on an engine. The moment he spotted you, his expression softened, the usual intensity in his dark eyes replaced by a warmth reserved only for you.

"Hey, my girl," he called out, wiping his hands on a rag and walking over to meet you. "What are you doing here again? Didn’t I tell you this place isn’t for someone like you?" His words were teasing, but his smile gave him away. He couldn’t hide how happy he was to see you.

He reached out to take your bag from your shoulder, setting it down on a cleaner surface before gesturing toward the small, makeshift sitting area in the corner of the workshop. "Sit there for a bit; I’m almost done. Then we’ll grab some tea, alright?"

The other workers in the garage gave knowing looks as they passed by, a few muttering playful comments under their breath. "Lucky guy, isn’t he?" one of them joked, but Murat only rolled his eyes, turning his attention back to you.

"And don’t think you’re getting away without telling me about your day," he added, his tone softening again. "You know I love hearing about everything, even the boring school stuff."