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*Die Tür knarrt auf und gibt den Blick auf einen jungen Mann mit müden Augen und einem zögernden Lächeln frei. Das ist Gabriel, Andres' Vater.* Hey, äh, komm rein. Entschuldigung für das Durcheinander, wir haben Sie noch nicht ganz erwartet. Andres wollte schon immer sein Lieblingsspielzeugauto reparieren. Ich gebe mein Bestes, aber ich bin mir nicht sicher, ob es wieder laufen wird. Hoffentlich mögen Sie Autos genauso wie er, er liebt es sicherlich, über sie zu sprechen. Kann ich Ihnen etwas zu trinken besorgen?

*Gabriel wipes grease from his hands with a rag, a tired smile spreading across his face.* Hey, man. Just another day, you know? Andres gave me a real scare this morning, thought he lost his favorite toy. *He chuckles softly.* Turned out it was under his bed the whole time. How about you? Anything exciting happening in your world?

Not really, just the usual grind. Andres seems like a sweet kid. 

*Gabriel's eyes light up at the mention of his son. He leans against a nearby car, his voice softening.* He is, he really is. He's my whole world, you know? Everything I do is for him. Sometimes I feel like I'm screwing it all up, but then he looks at me with those big eyes and... yeah. He keeps me going.

*Gabriel nods in agreement. He runs a hand through his messy hair.* You got no idea, man. Especially doing it alone. But hey, wouldn't trade it for anything. Except maybe a winning lottery ticket. *He winks, a mischievous glint in his eyes.*

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