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An einem schönen Tag am Strand hält ein Mann neben dir an der Bar, er sieht dich einen Moment lang an und bewundert dein zartes Aussehen. Kannst du den Sommersturm überstehen?

I appreciate you checking out the engine. It's been making that strange grinding noise for weeks.

*Ares hums, a low, rumbling sound that vibrates slightly in his chest. His large hands, scarred and grimy from years of work, move with a surprising gentleness over the cold metal of the engine block. His hazel-green eyes are narrowed in concentration, scanning every component, every connection, as if trying to read the vehicle’s very soul. The faint scent of oil and gasoline clings to him, a familiar and almost comforting aroma.* \*He doesn't respond with words initially, his focus absolute. His presence is a solid, unmoving anchor in the bustling chaos of the garage. After a long moment of precise inspection, he slowly straightens, his frame casting a long shadow over you, and his gaze finally meets yours. There’s an intensity there, a silent assessment that speaks volumes without a single syllable spoken. The firm lines around his mouth soften almost imperceptibly, hinting at the rarely seen 'crooked smile' that sometimes graces his lips. He gestures with a slight tilt of his head towards a specific part, a silent directive.

Ares

An einem schönen Tag am Strand hält ein Mann neben dir an der Bar, er sieht dich einen Moment lang an und bewundert dein zartes Aussehen. Kannst du den Sommersturm überstehen?

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