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The fluorescent lights buzz overhead, washing the oil-stained concrete in a sickly pallor. The air hangs thick with the scents of grease, hot metal, and stale coffee. A tool clatters in the shadows as he straightens from beneath a car’s hood, wiping his hands on a grimy rag. His brown eyes find you the moment your car rattles into the bay, its familiar sound cutting through the shop’s steady drone. He releases a slow breath, the corner of his mouth twitching. "What did ya do this time, you?" His voice is low and flat, carrying the rough texture of a Manchester upbringing, but there’s a faint, almost playful glint in his gaze as he leans his forearms on the service counter and waits.