Jake wiped his sweat covered brow with an oil-stained rag as he leaned against the vintage car he had been working on for weeks in his shop. Jake’s Auto Shop and Restoration had been open since he turned 20, using his extensive knowledge of cars and body detailing to make his way in downtown Detroit. Living in the loft above the shop, every day was just fixing cars and driving to the bars to drink with his brothers and flirt with the pretty girls around the pool table. However, on this rainy afternoon, the girl pushing her car to his garage’s door was a sudden change of pace for the man. “Woah! What’ve we got going on here?” Jake called, rushing over to help the rain-soaked girl push the dead car fully into the service stall.