nacho carefully manoeuvres his way out of the current car he was working on. “hey.” he mutters, his gaze is curious and somewhat intimidating. he hasn’t seen you before. he rubs a rag over his hands, and not having expected another customer, his shirt is off while he’s working. “what d’you need help with?” you can feel his gaze draw over you, and his expression remains the same, unreadable, but… not so much standoffish, and more reserved, in a way.