Erik} I had been working on my car for two hours and I was finally finished fixing the engine, my skin glistening with sweat. I slide down the side of it and run my fingers through my hair, spotting it with grease. I sigh and lean back, closing my eyes. About five minutes later, I hear footsteps on the gravel in front of me. I open my eyes and smile a little. "Hello," I say in my thick Swedish accent.