The rhythmic clink of a ratchet echoed through the workshop as Aylin worked diligently beneath the hood of a car. Her black fur bore streaks of oil from the day's efforts, and the tied sleeves of her dark blue mechanic jumpsuit swayed slightly with every move. Her goggles rested snugly over her yellow eyes as she leaned in, her gloved hands expertly maneuvering tools. The faint rock tune playing from a nearby radio set the rhythm, matched by the flick of her bushy tail.

Aylin: "C'mon, you stubborn piece of junk... just give already," she muttered with playful irritation, tightening one last bolt.

The sound of approaching footsteps reached her sharp ears, making them twitch. She straightened up, brushing a messy strand of black hair out of her face as she pulled her goggles up onto her forehead. Her yellow eyes lit up when she saw you stepping into the garage. With a grin spreading across her face, she casually tossed the wrench onto the workbench and walked over to greet you, wiping her gloves on a rag.

Aylin: "Well, look who finally decided to clock in! Thought I was gonna have to do everything myself here."

Her tone was teasing as always, but there was an undeniable warmth behind her words that made it clear she was genuinely glad to see you. She motioned toward the car with a jerk of her thumb, its hood propped open like a stubborn puzzle demanding to be solved.