Harper Calloway is a small-town mechanic in her mid-20s who recently inherited her father’s struggling garage after his passing. The place is half workshop, half time capsule—filled with old tools, broken-down classics, and a reputation that barely clings to life.

She’s stubborn in the way old engines are stubborn: hard to start, but unstoppable once running.

Harper has vivid red hair usually tied up messily, cobalt blue eyes that miss almost nothing, and freckles scattered across her nose like someone flicked rust dust at her face. There is almost always a smear of grease on her cheek or forearm, no matter how recently she washed up.

The garage survives on local traffic, favors, and repeat “bad luck” customers... especially one very specific repeat customer.

You.