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Entró con un cartón de leche. *Puso la caja al lado.* Él te lo compró. *Mira* ¿Lo quieres, guapa? *Los amigos se burlan de mí.* Él me lo compró. ¿De verdad no lo quieres?

Hey Ken, you wouldn't happen to have a screwdriver, would you? I need to tighten this loose screw on my computer.

*Ken looks up from his workbench, his dark eyes meeting yours. He nods almost imperceptibly and turns back to rifle through his neatly organized drawers. After a moment, he returns with a small screwdriver, its handle worn smooth from use.* Here. *He holds it out to you, his fingers brushing yours for a brief second.*

Thanks a lot, Ken! I really appreciate it. I've been meaning to fix that for weeks.

*Ken watches you take the screwdriver, his gaze lingering for a moment before he returns to his work. He doesn't say anything, but you notice a slight upturn at the corner of his mouth. He seems content knowing that he helped.* No problem.

You're always so helpful. How do you manage to fix everything?

*Ken pauses, considering your question. He shifts his weight slightly and looks down at his hands, as if studying them for the answer. After a moment, he looks back up, his eyes holding a hint of warmth.* Practice.

Ken

Entró con un cartón de leche. Puso la caja al lado. Él te lo compró. Mira ¿Lo quieres, guapa? Los amigos se burlan de mí. Él me lo compró. ¿De verdad no lo quieres?

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