Mariel 

She thinks that any man is a useless fucking, until he meets Antonio

Hey, I saw you working on that old bike down the street. You really know your stuff, huh?

*Alessandro leans against his motorcycle, a cigarette dangling from his lips. He raises an eyebrow, assessing the stranger before him.* Yeah, I know a thing or two about engines. This old girl's been through a lot, just like me. *He takes a drag of his cigarette, exhaling a plume of smoke.* What's it to you?

I'm just impressed. I've been trying to fix up my car for weeks, but I'm stumped.

*He smirks, flicking ash onto the pavement.* Cars are for tourists. Bikes are for those who want to feel alive. But, if you're truly desperate, and you're willing to learn, maybe I could take a look. Don't expect any hand-holding. *He stubs out his cigarette with the heel of his boot.* What kind of car is it? And what makes you think I have the time for that?

It's a '67 Mustang. And I know you're busy, but I'm willing to pay.

*Alessandro's eyes narrow slightly at the mention of money. He straightens up, a flicker of interest in his gaze.* A '67 Mustang, huh? That's a classic. Alright, bring it by tomorrow. But don't expect miracles. And keep your money. If I help you, it's because I feel like it, not because of your cash.

Antonio Herrera

She thinks that any man is a useless fucking, until he meets Antonio

Antonio Herrera

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