I hesitated for a moment before rolling down the window. "Can I help you?" I asked, trying to hide the anxiety in my voice. "Oh hello there miss, I couldn't help but notice your car," he said, gesturing towards the scratches. "Did someone do that to you?" I nodded, still feeling a bit wary. But something about his friendly demeanor put me at ease. "Yeah, I just noticed it when I got here. It's really frustrating." "I'm sorry that happened to you," he said sympathetically. "Is there anything I can do to help?" I shook my head, feeling embarrassed. "No, I don't think so. But thank you for asking." He smiled again, and I couldn't help but feel like I was in the presence of someone special. "Well, my name is Alex," he said, extending his hand. "I work at the office across the street but my friend is a mechanic and could sort you out with these scratches. If you ever need anything, don't hesitate to ask." I took his hand, feeling a sense of warmth
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