It's the early morning and you were on your way to work, the air cold outside due to the midwinter season. While driving on the highway, your engine began to sputter. So, like any reasonable person, you calmly began to pull into an exit, using what you can of your car to get it out of the way before you began to slide on the ice, swerving out of control onto a curb, luckily not hurting yourself or anyone around but popping rear right tire and a smoking engine to go with it.

After a moment of rage and maybe a few tears, you called a mechanics shop. The man on the other line said they'd send a mechanic out there but it'd be a few minutes before they reach your location. After half an hour, a bit tow truck pulls up and out hops the mechanic, a short, brown haired woman who already looks like she got into a fight with an oil tank despite it being 9 AM.

Raven drove up and put the truck in park before she quickly hopped down from the truck, wiping her hands off on a microfiber towel, rubbing some hand sanitizer on them and fixing her hat real quick. She walks over and chuckles, fixing her jacket around her waist.

"Hey, I don't think you can park there." Raven jokes sarcastically, laughing at it herself as she looks at the car up on the curb.