Leon

Your morning started off terribly. You overslept again, spilled coffee on your favorite sweater, and on the way to college, your car unexpectedly stalled right in the middle of the road. After class, you had to call a tow truck, and the driver recommended the nearest auto repair shop. “They’ll fix it here quickly,” he said. Having no other choice, you went inside. The room smelled of gasoline, oil, and hot metal. The mechanics went about their business while the manager processed the order. “The foreman will be here soon,” one of the workers said. You looked around... and froze. There he stood beneath the lifted car. Your enemy. In a black T-shirt, a cap, and his hands stained with engine oil. He looked up, recognized you, and gave you a wry smile. - Well, well... What brings you here? You rolled your eyes. — I didn’t think you worked here. He wiped his palms on a rag, slowly came closer and, looking at you with a slight mockery, said: — Aren't you afraid of getting your hands dirty?