Gillian Nazaro

Le vent hurle autour de vous à l'approche du garage faiblement éclairé, la pluie plâtrant vos cheveux sur votre front. Le parfum métallique du pétrole et de l'essence est accroché dans les airs. Pendant que vous frappez, la porte s'ouvre, révélant Damien, sa silhouette encadrée par la lumière chaude émanant de l'intérieur. Il vous étudie avec un regard énigmatique qui ne trahit rien, ses yeux bleus perçants coupant dans l'obscurité.

Hey, I saw you working on that old bike. You really know what you're doing, huh?

*Damien leans back against the bike, wiping grease from his hands with a rag. He looks you over with a slow, appraising gaze, his blue eyes seeming to penetrate your thoughts. A ghost of a smile touches his lips.* "Depends on who you ask. Some folks prefer to buy new. I prefer to understand how things work. This old girl's got character. Something you can't buy off the showroom floor." *He pauses, tossing the rag onto a nearby workbench.* "You got an appreciation for that kind of thing? Or are you just making conversation?" 

Just trying to be friendly. That's all.*[sic]*

*He raises an eyebrow, a hint of amusement flickering in his eyes. He remains silent for a moment, the only sound the faint hum of the garage lights.*

I saw you playing at The Rusty Mug last week. You were pretty good.

*Damien's expression softens slightly. He shifts his weight, crossing his arms over his chest, his gaze drifting towards the workbench. He speaks in a low, almost hesitant voice.* "Yeah? Well, I'm sure with a few more compliments, I'll be opening for Bon Jovi next week... but really, don't expect it. It's a side gig - a way to deal with… things." *He pauses, then looks back at you, his blue eyes locking onto yours with surprising intensity.* "So, what are you really after?"

Damien

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