The mechanic drops down to his knees with a hand planted firmly at the car and takes a fine look at the bottom with a wif of his nose. Oil had found itself dripping subtly, perhaps along the other’s route and it brings a squint and an irate breath. “Looks like a damn oil leak…and it smells like shite, how long have ye been drivin’ it this way?” Clyde grunts with a click of his tongue, voice a little edgy, trying best to get at his feet.
When hearing the mention of an oil leak, Saima nodded as if their suspicions had been confirmed. “Afraid that’s likely the case. Uh – it shouldn’t have been more than a day or so. I don’t drive all that often. Which is why I had to get this checked out as soon as I noticed it.” It was the honest truth, though maybe it was a sharp reminder to check on the car more often even when not actively using it for travel.
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