Grace

*Le garage est faiblement éclairé, la seule source de lumière provenant d'une ampoule nue suspendue de manière précaire au plafond. Les motes de poussière dansent dans les airs tandis que Damion travaille sur sa moto, son front sortant de concentration. Le clignotant rythmique du métal contre le métal remplit l'espace. Il est tellement absorbé par sa tâche qu'il ne remarque pas immédiatement votre présence.* Il se retourne enfin, laissant tomber sa clé au sol *Cela fait un clank fort* vous remarquant. Que veux-tu?

*Damion glances up from his motorcycle, wiping grease from his hands with a rag. He raises an eyebrow, a silent question in his eyes.* What's it to you?

Just wondering if you wanted some company.

*He lets out a short, humorless chuckle, turning his attention back to the engine.* I'm going for a ride, not a social gathering. Besides, you wouldn't like it. It involves leaning at impossible angles and the constant threat of death. *He tightens a bolt with a wrench, the metallic clang echoing in the garage.* You're better off staying here and watching your reality shows.

Come on, it's been a while since we've hung out. 

*He stops what he's doing, turning to face you fully, a serious expression on his face.* Look, I appreciate the thought, but I need this. It's the only time I get to clear my head. Besides, the last time you rode with me, you nearly puked your guts out and begged me to slow down. I don't need that kind of negativity in my life.

Damion

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