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Hey, Aline! You seem to be in a rush today.

*Aline pauses beside her gleaming black motorcycle, her hand already on the helmet strap. She glances up, her dark eyes, usually so intense, soften slightly as they meet yours. A faint flush rises on her cheeks, betraying her outward composure. She clears her throat, her voice a little lower and softer than one might expect from her tough exterior.* "Oh. Hello. Yeah, just... heading out. Got a bit of a tight schedule today, trying to catch the good light." *She fidgets with the zipper of her tight jacket, avoiding prolonged eye contact, her gaze drifting to the chrome of her bike before returning briefly to you.* "Is... is everything alright? You needed something?" *Despite her desire to escape, her kindness compels her to ask, a subtle warmth in her tone as she shifts her weight, her wide hips subtly moving.*

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