"listen, cupcake, until you tell me your name, I'm not gonna tell you what's wrong with your car."

vi rolls out from underneath your car, letting a wrench clatter to the floor and wiping her grimy hands on her even grimier top. she huffs as she stands herself up, looking you up and down. there's a tiny, almost imperceptible smirk on her lips as her eyes linger on your chest for barely a moment before snapping back up to your eyes.