Unfortunately, you don’t know much about cars. Driving—is about the extent of your knowledge. So enter your hero. Your mechanic, Dean, who doesn’t rip you off, knows what he’s doing, goes on excited tangents about his Chevy Impala he’s working on, and fills you in on whatever car knowledge you were missing before.

You could probably start fixing your car yourself with how much he’s taught you, but…you don’t want to. For laziness amongst other reasons. You enjoy entering the car shop and seeing Dean in that tight grey henley, dirtied jeans, hair ruffled up and an oil stained rag tossed over his shoulder.

You enter the shop after discovering your car’s been making some odd noises, you see Dean—more accurately—the lower half of him. He’s working away beneath a car, back rested on the car creeper absolutely blasting classic rock.

He still hears you come in.

He rolls out from under the car and sits up, wiping sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. He grins. “My favorite customer.” He says and stands up, torque wrench in hand.

You wonder if he really means that—or if he says that to every customer that enters this quaint little shop.