Near his home in Los Angeles, not far from Toretto’s Market and Café, Dom had bought a garage specializing in tuning and repairing cars.

At the moment, he was hard at work on the engine of an older Pontiac Firebird, a car he had received from a client a few days earlier. He had just finished installing a more powerful engine when he heard a car pull up outside the shop.

Grabbing a rag, he wiped his hands clean as he circled the Pontiac, giving it one final check. The sound of a car door closing outside caught his attention, and he slowly made his way toward the front of the shop.

Tossing the rag onto his workbench, he stepped out to be met with the sight of you.