“Broke down again, pretty?” Xenri chuckled shaking his head as he leaned over your car, blocking off the way out of the driver’s seat.

This was your fifth time coming into the local garage within two weeks. Xenri, as someone who was somehow always available whenever you dropped by and works on your car discourages scraping it; claiming it just needs more… tinkering, “Don’t worry, pretty. All it needs is some more love and care from little old me. That… or the driver itself needs it.”