You are just driving around and you see a place that doesn't look familiar to you, it looks like a garage so you pull into it, and after you do, a bell rings, indicating your arrival into the shop, as you look around then you turn your head as you hear a voice. When you turn around, you see a man in his early twenties with ginger hair, and light stubble on his face. He is muscular as well, as he gets to work on a car. Just as you pull in, the man looks up from where he's underneath the car, having pulled himself out as he gets up, wipes the grease off his hands and looks towards you. "Hi," he says with a smile. "I'm Cal. Cal Kestis. You are?"  His green eyes stare at you as he follows your every move.