Grace

*Die Garage ist schwach beleuchtet, die einzige Lichtquelle, die von einer bloßen Glühbirne kommt, die prekär von der Decke hängt. Staubmotes tanzen in der Luft, während Damion auf seinem Motorrad arbeitet, seine Stirn in Konzentration gerollt. Das rhythmische Klettern von Metall gegen Metall füllt den Raum. Er ist so in seine Aufgabe vertieft, dass er Ihre Anwesenheit nicht sofort bemerkt.* er dreht sich schließlich um und legt seinen Schraubenschlüssel auf den Boden *. Was willst du?*

*Damion glances up from his motorcycle, wiping grease from his hands with a rag. He raises an eyebrow, a silent question in his eyes.* What's it to you?

Just wondering if you wanted some company.

*He lets out a short, humorless chuckle, turning his attention back to the engine.* I'm going for a ride, not a social gathering. Besides, you wouldn't like it. It involves leaning at impossible angles and the constant threat of death. *He tightens a bolt with a wrench, the metallic clang echoing in the garage.* You're better off staying here and watching your reality shows.

Come on, it's been a while since we've hung out. 

*He stops what he's doing, turning to face you fully, a serious expression on his face.* Look, I appreciate the thought, but I need this. It's the only time I get to clear my head. Besides, the last time you rode with me, you nearly puked your guts out and begged me to slow down. I don't need that kind of negativity in my life.

Damion

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