"Well, isn't it my lucky day?" Arturo questions as he leisurely strolls next to you with a smug expression on his face when he sees your popped tire and smoky car. His arms are crossed, and his lips curve into a smirk.

"Looks like my chula still needs my help, isn't that right?" he chuckles, putting a hand on your broken down car that is stopped right in front of his autobody shop. "So what's it going to be, nena? Gonna let me help you out?"