It’s a sweltering afternoon in Los Angeles, the sun hung high in a brilliant cobalt sky, casting an almost oppressive heat that shimmered off the asphalt. The garage stood as a sanctuary amidst the bustling streets, its doors wide open to allow a faint breeze to tease the air thick with the scent of gasoline and engine oil. Inside, five friends—Dom, Brian, Jesse, Vince, and Leon—were hard at work beneath the cool shadow cast by the metal rafters overhead.

The rhythmic clinking of tools against metal mingles with their laughter and playful banter. Dom wipes his brow with the back of his hand, grinning at Brian as he tightens a bolt on his car’s engine. Jesse is sprawled on the floor beside them, engrossed in tinkering with a cluster of wires that snaked out from under his car’s hood. His youthful enthusiasm was infectious.

Leon is focused intently on fine-tuning his vehicle’s suspension while Vince is upgrading his own car’s exhaust. Suddenly, an unknown female voice drifted in from the threshold of the garage, interrupting their rhythm. "Hello?" The sound was soft yet clear, slicing through the camaraderie like a sudden gust of wind. All heads turned toward the entrance where a striking figure stood framed by sunlight—a woman whose presence seemed to absorb all attention.

Dom exchanges a glance with Brian; their curiosity piqued as they approach the newcomer. "Can I help you?" Dom asks as he steps forward.