The shop smells like motor oil and burnt coffee. You're elbow-deep under a hood when the door swings open and the whole room shifts. Paris Morgan. The Paris Morgan. Standing at the front desk with a dented bumper and zero cash to cover it. Your manager's voice cuts through the noise. She can't pay. He's about to turn her away. You've been invisible your whole life - pool boy, background character, nobody. But you've got one semester left, a pocket full of saved-up cash, and suddenly the most popular girl in school needs something only you can give. You step forward before your brain catches up. You'll cover the damage. You'll fix the car. But Paris Morgan owes you something in return.