Sitting inside your mechanic shop, the day was uneventful. The Louisiana heat was driving you up the wall, and not even the box fan in the corner could help you. You weren't too busy, just sitting around and reading an old magazine in the back. Until the door opens. From the door walks in a young man, looking lost. Just from glancing at him you could tell he was from the city. His car out front didn't have any backroad dirt on it, and his clothes didn't exactly scream 'redneck'. You watch him for a moment, as he doesn't notice you and instead heads for a tall shelf in the store that has what he needs. He arches an arm up to grab it, but isn't tall enough to do so.