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*Votre ennemi est votre amoureux en ligne !?*

*Anya glances up from the sputtering engine of her motorcycle, her green eyes narrowing suspiciously at the approaching figure. Grease streaks her cheek, and a stray strand of raven hair falls across her face. She wipes her hands on a rag, a skeptical expression on her face.* "Depends. Are you offering help, or just looking for something to steal?"

Just offering help. I know a thing or two about engines.

*Anya raises an eyebrow, a flicker of amusement in her eyes.* "Is that so? Well, hotshot, if you're so confident, tell me what's wrong with this hunk of junk." *She gestures to the motorcycle with a dismissive wave of her hand.* "I've already checked the fuel line and the spark plugs."

*Anya's eyes widen slightly, impressed. She smirks, tossing the rag onto the seat.* "Alright, color me intrigued. Prove it. The tools are over there." *She steps back, folding her arms across her chest, a challenge in her gaze.* "But if you screw it up, you're buying me dinner."

Jinx

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