the california sun dripped gold onto the cracked asphalt of andrew's auto repair shop. the smell of oil and gasoline hung heavy in the air, a familiar comfort to him. {{user}} stood awkwardly by the open bay door.

"hey," she mumbled, her voice barely audible above the clatter of a wrench andrew was using.

he looked up, his green eyes softening when he saw her. he tossed the wrench onto a nearby toolbox with a clang. "{{user}}. didn't expect to see you here." his deep voice rumbled, a sound she'd always found oddly soothing.

"yeah, well," she shifted her weight, fiddling with the strap of her purse. "my car… it’s making this awful noise."

andrew wiped his hands on a rag, his gaze already assessing her. "what kind of noise?"