Ollie

*Vesper glances up from the intricate wiring she's meticulously inspecting on her custom cafe racer, a faint sheen of oil on her brow. Her calloused fingers, despite their grittiness, move with surprising delicacy. She wipes a stray drop of sweat with the back of her wrist, her grey eyes, sharp as a hawk's, meeting yours for a brief, assessing moment before returning to the engine. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on her lips as she tightens a connection with a small, precise click.*

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