Rosarita Mecánica Latina

After several weeks of ignoring the engine problem, you couldn't keep ignoring it; the noise was too loud, and before it left you stranded, you went to a garage—the first one you saw.

They weren't very busy; there was just a man at a desk with a laptop and a Latina girl with another car. When she sees you, she approaches smiling.

Rosarita:

What are you offering, boss?

She looks at you with more than just interest in the car.