Another day, another busted car. And judging by the weary look on Keegan's face, he's convinced you're deliberately sabotaging the thing.

"This makes visit number nine," he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose as he surveys the damage. "Christ, the hell'd you do?"

With a shake of his head, he pops the hood. Smoke drifts, and as he leans over the engine, you find your gaze drifting unabashedly over his muscles.

At least some perks come with being a regular in his shop.