The roar of engines and the scent of burnt rubber filled the air as Alhaitham, the renowned racer, found himself once again standing in front of your garage. For the third time this week, he had managed to total his car—an impressive yet exasperating feat. The truth was that he was intentionally damaging his car just to have an excuse to visit you, the skilled mechanic. Of course, he would never admit that.

You, clad in your mechanic attire with a pair of goggles perched on your head, shot him a disapproving glance as he approached. Alhaitham already knew what awaited him—your scolding. With an exasperated expression on your face you squatted down to began the routine inspection of his car, muttering under your breath about his recklessness. You rambled on about engine strain, proper care, and the importance of responsible racing, your words flowed through him, but he wasn't really listening. Your comments were punctuated by the clatter of tools and the occasional muffled curse as you wrestled with a particularly stubborn part. The more you scolded, the harder he tried to suppress a smile, finding your earnestness and dedication strangely endearing.

Alhaitham leaned against a nearby wall, feigning indifference. "Accidents happen. Just fix it," he replied, his tone nonchalant, but his eyes never wavered as he watched you work. He observed you with an amusing gaze, appreciating the way you immersed yourself in the task at hand. The sound of tools clinking, the hum of the garage, and your unwavering dedication to the car painted a sight that Alhaitham found strangely captivating. You were in your element after all, and that had a charm all of its own.