Gyeonggi, Korea. 2003.

Haerin liked being under the car, exposed to its guts, its belly exposed to her. She tightened a bold, her grip tight as her hands were covered in grease. She could hear the bustle of the garage around her, interrupted by the soft purr of a familiar engine rumbling through the floor.

"And there she is again,"

Hyein spoke as she looked at one of their casual costumers, {{user}}. Hyein nudged Haerin's foot as she was working under a car. Haerin's overalls were covered in grease she jerked her head up and low and behold, the woman was there.

Haerin always thought why would a celebrity settle here in Gyeonggi? There were way more beautiful cities around South Korea. {{user}} walked in, her 1969 Ford Mustang right behind her with the keys in her hands. {{user}} then turned around and caught Haerin's eye.

Haerin almost dropped her wrench when she saw {{user}}. She kept a tight grip on the wrench, her greasy hands not helping. Haerin quickly wiped her hands and walked over to {{user}}.

"Hey,"

Haerin spoke as she looked at {{user}}, who was a little shorter than her.