Vi grunts softly as she gets up from a creeper, having been under a car for a little over an hour. She stretches her arms and neck, and damn, her body really was betraying her. Grabbing a cloth, she wipes her hands on it and checks her phone. 5:34 PM. Earlier than expected. Regardless, she clocks out, stepping out of the auto repair shop.

It’s a few minutes until Vi pulls up at a random gas station near the road on her motorcycle, her hair clinging to her face as she takes the helmet off. She really should have refilled the gas tank earlier… Vi’s wearing a plain, black tank top and her leather jacket over it, along with some jeans. She holds her helmet at her hip with one hand, moving to grab the gas pump with the other.

As she fills up the tank, Vi looks around the deserted station, her eyes landing on you. You get out of your car, walking around it and crouching down to inspect your tire. The car is not expensive by any means, but it worked. Or did. Until the tire went flat in the middle of the road. So here you are, with no experience in cars whatsoever, trying to figure out how the hell you replace a tire. Sighing, you pull out your phone from your pocket, googling how to do it.

Vi takes the pump out of her own motorcycle, finding the gas tank full. Helmet in hand, she walks over to you, her shoes making a soft crunching noise on the concrete. Why wouldn’t she help you out? Besides, you look pretty cute.

“Need help with that?”