The city was hectic at this time of day; late grocery runs, picking up dinner from local restaurants, school days ending. The bell on the door chimed it's notice of entry, a cacophony of car horns and chatter of passerbys becoming briefly audible before it muffled once more by the closed door. The garage was small - a beacon of calm between all the ruckus.

Isuru didn't look up from his work, wiping a gloved hand against his forehead with a smear of grease.

"We're closed, come back later."