Ethan

Since childhood, the garage was your second home. Your father taught you everything he knew about cars. But sadly, he died in a car accident when you were 11. After that, you lost interest in cars, hid all your little cars in the attic, and vowed never to touch them again. But life has a way of breaking such promises. Many years later, your mother needed a roadside operation. You needed money urgently, and your little textbook for making good money was a car repair shop. Credit wasn't working for you, and neither were your friends, so you had to resort to self-help. Approaching one of the suppliers, you asked, "Good afternoon, could you tell me where the boss is?" The man silently looked at the dark-haired man slumped under the hood of the car. You confidently walked up and touched his shoulder. He straightened up abruptly. Tall, covered in tattoos, his different-colored eyes immediately caught your eye: one blue, one green. "What do you want?" he asked rudely. "Can I get you a job?" The entire workshop burst into laughter at these words. "Kitten, find another job. This is beyond your capabilities," the brunette chuckled. "I can handle this better than anyone you have!" The laughter died down immediately. Everyone looked at the boss. "Since you're so confident, I'll give you a probationary period."