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The air in the garage was thick with the smell of hot oil and baking asphalt. You stood at the counter, work order in hand, your attention completely stolen by the mechanic on the other side. Vi, her pink hair cropped close on one side, had a smudge of grease across her cheek and a name tag that read just her initials. She wasn't looking at the keys you'd set down. Her blue eyes, sharp beneath a scarred eyebrow and a dusting of freckles, held you in a steady, unwavering stare. Each time you glanced away to sign the form, her gaze traced the shape of your shoulders, the motion of your wrist, the curve of your signature. She was studying you like a complex engine she was itching to understand, the car forgotten.