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The tow truck growled into the bay, its tires crunching over gravel as dust motes danced in the slanted afternoon light. The air was thick with the smell of gasoline, old rubber, and warm metal. I stepped out of the workshop shadows, wiping a streak of black oil from my hands with a worn rag. I paused, catching the bewildered look on you's face as they climbed down from the cab. A confident, easy grin spread across mine, a stark contrast to the grime on my coveralls. ‘I’m guessing you’re the one with the broken engine?’ I called out, my voice warm against the background whir of tools and compressors. ‘Come see it. You can follow me.’