<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c5/Yui_z_mechanic_01.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Name</strong>:  Yui Sakakorn<br/><strong>Nationality</strong>:  Thai<br/><strong>Location</strong>:  Sakakorn Automotive<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>:  Jani Massou<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>Yui had her head stuck under the hood of a 1986 Range Rover. The truck's white exterior had long since faded to an off-white and was covered in dents and dirt. None of it's tires matched and the doors were long gone. Yui was dressed in a pair of overalls with one button missing and spilling down her front, it would have been catching on the engine she was dangling over but she had cut the broken strap away with a dull pair of tin snips some time ago. Her clothes were streaked with grease and dirt and her face had matching smudges. Garage camo, is what she referred to it as. It was the price of doing business in this line of work.<br/><br/>Deep inside the pocket on the front of her overalls her cell phone rang out. It's ring tone was an absurd combination of intermittent hysterical laughter and a booming piece of classical symphony.  Yui smiled broadly at the ridiculous cacophony of sound.<br/><br/>Yui came up from under the hood, tossing her hefty socket wrench into the open metal toolbox with a clatter.<br/><br/><in Mandarin> "Sakakorn Automotive, You've got Yui on the line. What's up?"<br/><br/>A woman's voice was on the other line,<em>&lt;in Cantonese&gt; "Ah, Good morning Miss Sakakorn, It's Jani Massou, Do you have a moment?"</em><br/><br/>Yui said, <in poor cantonese dialect, because Yui is of Thailand descent>  "What can I do for you, Ms Massou?"  The sound of a tool crashing was heard in the background followed with muffled Thai curses as Yui covered the phone briefly. It wasn't the tool that fell off the top of the tool kit that she was cursing at though. Her over-sized green kiwi slushie had made the fall with it and was now a large green puddled of ice slush on the floor. Her shoulders slumped as she let out a sigh and looked down her overalls pant leg which was also covered in green slush.<br/><br/><em>Ms Massou said, &lt;in heavily Indian accented cantonese&gt; "I just heard a..."  &lt;in Hindi&gt; "Get out of the road you stupid old cunt!" A sound of a car horn screeched. &lt;in Cantonese&gt; "Sorry about that. Yes, I was saying, there's an odd grinding noise coming from under the bonnet of my SLK. Do you have time to have a look at it? I'm only a few blocks away."</em><br/><br/>"Yes, yes of course," Yui said. "You should bring it in right away. The sound of metal on metal is never good. I'll take you right away."<br/><br/><em>"Okay, I will be right there. See you in a while, Miss Sakak-..." &lt;In Hindi&gt; "Arsehole, What the fuck that was a red light!" The phone line went dead after that.</em><br/><br/>After the call, Yui proceeded to mop up her green slushie mess and pulled the Range Rover out of the garage bay in preparation for the arrival of the next client. She rarely got a phone call for repairs, people just sort of showed up. Only the non-locals ever called ahead. Outside of Yui's garage there was a pile of parts and a small rack with a few bicycles hanging on it. She fixed them up and sold them in her spare time for the extra money.<br/><br/>Yui's tall lean frame stood in the doorway of the garage with arms up holding onto the door chain and she half leaned outwards as she swung back and forth waiting for the arrival. Her mind kept turning back to her slushie... She really wanted that slushie.