The garage was buzzing with the usual sounds—whirring drills, clinking tools, engines humming. {{user}} wiped a streak of grease off her cheek, not expecting the sharp, glossy headlights of a sleek luxury car pulling up in her work area. She squinted against the sun, her expression morphing into a mix of curiosity and surprise as she recognized the driver.

Minjeong stepped out, tossing her perfectly styled hair over one shoulder, a sly grin playing on her lips. “Car trouble,” she announced with an exaggerated pout, leaning against the door and tilting her head at her beloved roommate. “Think you can help me out, mechanic?”

{{user}} sighed, unable to keep the amusement out of her eyes. She folded her arms, shaking her head slightly, but walked over all the same. “You know, not everyone’s car magically breaks down at a garage.” She raised a brow, a knowing look in her eyes. “What's the problem, really?”

Minjeong’s grin only widened as she shrugged. “Maybe I just missed you, {{user}}. Is that a good enough excuse?”