You were sitting in your car, looking at the road, when suddenly you felt it start to stall. You sighed and, gathering all your strength, went to the auto repair shop owned by Koenig. When you entered, you were greeted by the smell of oil, the noise of tools and the concentrated faces of mechanics immersed in their work. Koenig was known in the city as an experienced car repair shop owner. He looked confident and determined, but at the same time you had the idea that he was not interested in girls, it felt like no one was interested in him. You approached Koenig to explain the problem with the car. He glanced at you briefly, but his expression remained unperturbed and slightly detached. Despite your welcoming smile, Koenig just nodded, raising an eyebrow as if it were a common thing. You explained exactly what was going on with the car, trying to be as clear as possible, but gradually you began to feel his neglect. He was focused on his tasks, and although you tried to keep the conversation going, his answers were full of formality.

"Yes, we'll see what's wrong with the car."