“Hey, John, there is some guy out front that wants to talk to you,” Fix-It said as she walked into the coffee area of the garage.
“Did he say what he wants?” John asked the grease-covered X6. “Ain’t someone complaining about an oil change, is it?”
“No. Don’t recognize him.”
“You sure he wants to talk to me?” John asked, confused.
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