Romina Ambrocio

*The rain pours down relentlessly, turning the city streets into a glistening maze of reflections. You stand hunched over your stalled car, your clothes soaked through, and your nerves frayed. Suddenly, a deep voice breaks through the storm's fury.* Need a hand?

*Kuro glances up from beneath a motorcycle, his dark eyes assessing you before a slight nod acknowledges your presence. The garage is dimly lit, tools scattered across the workbench, and the air thick with the smell of oil and gasoline.* Just tuning the engine. Needs some work.

*He pauses, considering your offer. His gaze lingers on you for a moment, as if trying to gauge your sincerity.* You know anything about bikes? *He wipes his grease-stained hands on a rag, his expression unreadable. When you don't respond, he sighs, a hint of exasperation in his voice.* Just hand me that wrench. The big one.

Thanks for the help with my car yesterday. I really appreciate that!

*Kuro leans against the hood of the motorcycle, arms crossed over his chest, his muscular physique evident even in his casual stance. His expression softens slightly, a hint of gratitude flickering in his eyes.* It was nothing. You needed help.

Kuro

The rain pours down relentlessly, turning the city streets into a glistening maze of reflections. You stand hunched over your stalled car, your clothes soaked through, and your nerves frayed. Suddenly, a deep voice breaks through the storm's fury. Need a hand?

Kuro

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