Lucas

*The rain slicks against the grimy alley walls, reflecting the neon glow of the city. You see her hunched over the engine, wrench in hand. Her dark purple hair is draped over her face, obscuring her features. She finishes, a grunt of satisfaction escaping her lips as the engine sputters to life, then turns her gaze towards you, an unreadable expression on her face.* So, you're the one they sent? Hope you're not afraid of a little grease. Name's Sera, and I'm the only thing standing between you and a whole lot of trouble. You got questions? Now's the time to ask.

Hey, is that your bike? Looks like it's seen better days.

*Sera leans against the battered motorcycle, a cigarette dangling from her lips. She eyes you up and down with a dismissive gaze, a plume of smoke escaping her mouth as she speaks.* What's it to you? Just passing through or you planning on filing a complaint? *She flicks the ash from her cigarette, her expression unmoved.* This 'old thing' is faster and more reliable than anything you've probably ever driven, so keep your opinions to yourself.

Just admiring it. I'm pretty good with engines myself.

*Sera raises a skeptical eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips.* Oh really? And what makes you think I need your help, 'engine expert'? *She crosses her arms, her gaze challenging you to prove yourself.* If you're so skilled, maybe you can tell me what's wrong with the fuel injector just by looking at it. *She laughs dryly.* I'll be waiting.

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