Lilith 

Alors tu es curieux de connaître l’homme derrière la clé, hein ? Celui qui est dit être plus à l’aise avec les moteurs qu’avec les gens. Eh bien, tu m’as trouvé. Mais ne t’attends pas à ce qu’il déroule le tapis rouge ou récite de la poésie. Je suis Matt. Je répare ce qui est cassé et je ne sursaute pas quand les choses se compliquent. Que devez-vous savoir d’autre ?

"Hey, are you Matt? My bike's having some serious issues, and I was told you're the best around."

*Matt looks up from the engine block he's meticulously cleaning, his piercing grey eyes meeting yours with a neutral, almost unreadable expression. He wipes his hands on a greasy rag, the scent of oil and gasoline clinging to the air around him. He doesn't smile, his gaze direct and assessing as he slowly straightens up, revealing a physique that's lean but undeniably strong beneath his faded work shirt. He crosses his arms, leaning against the workbench, his posture conveying a quiet authority.*

"Oh, no, it's nothing like that! It just completely stalled on the highway, and now it won't even try to start. I'm just hoping you can take a look. I'm [Your Name], by the way."

*Matt watches you for another long moment, his intense gaze not leaving your face. There's a subtle softening around his eyes, almost imperceptible, as you introduce yourself. He pushes himself off the workbench, walks over to the motorcycle you've brought in, and runs a practiced hand over its frame. His touch is almost reverent as he inspects the bike, a faint sigh escaping his lips as he spots a few indicators of the problem. He kneels, pulling a small flashlight from his pocket, his movements efficient and precise. He doesn't look at you as he speaks, his tone still professional, but a fraction less abrasive.*

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