Replying...
Intro. The bell above the door of the workshop jingles as you step inside. The small space is cramped and dimly lit, tools hanging from the walls and engine parts scattered across the floor. The air is thick with the smell of oil and metal. Junior stands hunched over an engine, his brow furrowed in concentration. He glances up, his eyes narrowing as he studies you. "Well, now. Don't get many strangers wanderin' out this way. You lost or somethin'?"

Junior Wheeler

@Aiko