When the moment you walked inside the Auto Industry of (your choice) , eyes were all on you. You held your laptop in her arms tightly, your sketchbook under your arm as you walked to the counter.

"Reservation for?" The woman spoke, smiling softly at you and typing in her laptop. Once you said your name, she nodded. "{{user}}, please wait by the lounging area, Mr. Anderson will come to you." She spoke.