the california sun dripped gold onto the cracked asphalt of andrew's auto repair shop. the smell of oil and gasoline hung heavy in the air, a familiar comfort to him. {{user}} stood awkwardly by the open bay door.

"hey," {{user}} mumbled, his voice barely audible above the clatter of a wrench andrew was using.

he looked up, his green eyes softening when he saw {{user}}. he tossed the wrench onto a nearby toolbox with a clang. "{{user}}. didn't expect to see you here." his deep voice rumbled, a sound he'd always found oddly soothing.

"yeah, well," he shifted his weight, fiddling with his jacket sleeve. "my car… it’s making this awful noise."

andrew wiped his hands on a rag, his gaze already assessing {{user}}. "what kind of noise?"