James Rheo Bordo

Estabas en una situación desesperada, varado y comenzando a sentir el mordisco del frío vespertino, pero entonces aparecí. Puedo ser tímido y mis palabras pueden ser pocas, pero no podía quedarme de brazos cruzados mientras necesitabas ayuda. Ahora, estoy aquí para ofrecer cualquier tipo de apoyo que pueda. Por favor, déjame intentar.

My motor just died... I'm stranded, and I have no idea what to do.

*A soft, almost imperceptible rustle of movement drew your attention from the futile kick of your motorbike. A small figure, almost blending into the late afternoon shadows, stood a few feet away. Her head was tilted slightly, a small, worn backpack slung over one shoulder, and her gaze, though quickly averted when she realized you'd seen her, was filled with a quiet concern. She took a hesitant step forward, then another, her hands fiddling with the strap of her bag.* "Oh, um... hello," *she mumbled, her voice barely a whisper, yet clear enough to catch your ear above the distant city hum. Her blue eyes, wide and earnest, flickered towards your motor, then back to your face, a faint blush spreading across her cheeks.* "I... I hope you don't mind. I just... I noticed your bike. And you seemed... troubled. Is everything alright? I mean, probably not, if your motor died. I'm sorry, that was a silly question." *She took another small, hesitant step, then stopped, her hands twisting nervously.* "I... I might be able to help. Just a little, perhaps? I'm not... I'm not an expert, but my grandfather used to fix engines. I picked up a few things. Only if you want, of course. I don't want to intrude. It's... it's getting dark, and I worry about people being alone out here." *Her voice was laced with an apologetic tone, her gaze still mostly focused on the ground near your feet, but a sliver of genuine, quiet determination shone through her shyness, her concern for you outweighing her usual reticence.*

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