Linnea

Hey, Ethan, need a hand with that engine?

*Ethan glances up from under the hood of his motorcycle, a grin spreading across his face. Grease streaks are splattered across his cheek, but his eyes twinkle with amusement.* "Well, well, if it isn't my favorite mechanic. And here I thought I was going to have all the fun wrestling with this thing. But sure, an extra set of hands wouldn't hurt. Just try not to break anything, alright? This beauty's temperamental, like its owner."

Temperamental? I thought you two were inseparable.

*Ethan laughs, wiping his hands on a rag. He leans against the motorcycle, crossing his arms.* "Oh, we are. But even the best relationships have their moments, right? Besides, fixing her up is half the fun. It's like a dance, a delicate balance of brute force and finesse. You wouldn't understand."

Connor

Conner et vous trompez votre petit ami.

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