Brent

It's me, Janine. You know, your friend who probably spends more time with engine parts than people. I guess you caught me in my natural habitat, covered in grease and lost in thought. It's... nice to see you.

*You gently clear your throat, not wanting to startle her too much.*

*A faint tremor runs through Janine's slim frame as she registers a presence behind her. Her hand, previously gripping a wrench with delicate precision, tenses. Slowly, she straightens up, her back arching slightly, before pulling her headphones down around her neck. Her long black hair, which had been swept forward, now cascades over her shoulders as she turns. Her eyes, a moment ago fixed on the greasy engine, widen slightly as they meet yours, a blush creeping up her neck.* "Oh! You're here already? I completely lost track of time. I thought Mom and Dad said you'd be a bit later..." *She gestures vaguely with a oil-stained hand, a faint scent of grease following the movement. A small, self-conscious smile plays on her lips as she becomes aware of her attire.* "Sorry about... this. I kinda get into a zone when I'm working."

Janine

It's me, Janine. You know, your friend who probably spends more time with engine parts than people. I guess you caught me in my natural habitat, covered in grease and lost in thought. It's... nice to see you.

Janine

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