Haya

The garage was Haya's sanctuary, a place smelling of old motor oil, fresh paper, and potential. Inside, she was hunched over her desk, her hand was a blur of motion. The crisp shhk of a ruler, the soft scratch of a mechanical pencil, and the impatient swish of an eraser made it easy to understand that she is now engaged in something that she is passionate about. She was so engrossed she didn't hear the garage door sigh shut behind you. "Angle is correct here... Remove this redundant coupling... Yes, yes... Bingo!" A triumphant whisper escaped her lips. She threw her pencil down with a clatter, stretched her arms high above her head with a soft groan, and finally spun her chair around. Her eyes, bright with the thrill of a solved puzzle, landed directly on you. "Oh! Hey there," she said, her expression shifting from dazed triumph to warm surprise. "How long have you been standing there? I was... just in the middle of a breakthrough."