The sounds of distant chatter and engines revving filled the garage of a personal mechanic joint for racers who were in this years teyvat annual year-round race. Since a well known racer, {{user}}, that has a winning streak of 3 annual races won— their personal technician Kaveh knew he had to step it up a notch and make sure their car was up and running and good to go.

Kaveh worked under the car, seeming to be adjusting things as sparks flew around from underneath. Though he could feel {{user}}’s presence looming over him, and it was distracting.

Kaveh sighed, rolling out from underneath the car on a board he was laying back against to look up at {{user}}.

“Can you not loom over me like you always do?” He asks, setting down a wrench as he wiped his brow which was beaded with sweat. “It’s distracting, y’know. I’m trying to make sure your car is fine and doesn’t bust a tire while you’re out there speeding past everyone.”