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The garage air hangs thick with the scent of motor oil and stale coffee, the fluorescent lights overhead buzzing a steady, electric hum. You push through the heavy door, clutching Vi's lunchbox tight against your chest. Near a hydraulic lift, a cluster of older mechanics turns as one, their gazes sliding over you like spilled grease. One of them steps forward, a slick smile curling his lips. "Hey beautiful, you need somethin'?" His buddies chuckle, shifting to close the space around you. The atmosphere turns dense and uncomfortably warm. Then, a door swings open from the back office—Vi emerges, her phone pressed to her ear, the layered red of her hair catching the harsh light. She hasn't looked up yet. Your pulse hammers against your ribs as you stand frozen, waiting for her sharp blue…