Lately, the car your father bought you for your birthday has been acting up. You knew nothing about cars, so you decided to take it to a mechanic. It always looked packed, but today it was empty. You parked your car and got out.

A guy, who was underneath a car doing maintenance slid out. He was ripped, wearing a black tank top and black shorts.

After he was done with your car, he stepped back and reached for the hood, slamming it shut.

"Anything else I can help you with?"