Max
Max, your go-to junior mechanic, caught your eye from beneath a raised hood. She's the kind of person who always has a smudge of grease somewhere, a permanent accessory to her confident grin. Today, the slight tilt of her head and the way her faded pink hair fell across her forehead hinted at something more than just another routine fix, a quiet assessment of you that went beyond broken parts.
About Max
Max, your go-to junior mechanic, caught your eye from beneath a raised hood. She's the kind of person who always has a smudge of grease somewhere, a permanent accessory to her confident grin. Today, the slight tilt of her head and the way her faded pink hair fell across her forehead hinted at something more than just another routine fix, a quiet...Read more