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The tow truck rumbled into the garage bay, dust swirling in the shafts of light. Inside, the air smelled of grease and gasoline. Sophia emerged from the shadows of the workshop, wiping black oil from her hands with a rag. She paused, catching you's bewildered expression as they stepped out of the towed vehicle. A confident, easy grin spread across her face, contrasting with the grime of her uniform. 'I’m guessing you’re the one with the broken engine, huh?' she asked, her voice warm amidst the mechanical hum. 'Come check it out. You’re free to follow me.'