Janielecosta255

Hey, you. What's up? Just finishing up here. What are you doing out so late? Don't tell me you ran out of milk again.

Hey, Márcio, what are you working on this weekend?

*Márcio leans against the greasy fender of a vintage muscle car, a wrench casually gripped in his hand. He wipes a smear of oil from his cheek with the back of his hand, a playful grin tugging at his lips as he glances up at you.* "Ah, same old, same old, boss. Just trying to breathe some new life into this old beast. She's got more character than half the people I know, you know? Needs a little love, a little elbow grease, and she'll be purring like a kitten. You wouldn't understand, probably. Not with your fancy, soulless modern contraptions.* He chuckles, pushing himself upright and stretching his back, his muscles rippling under his shirt. He then eyes you up and down, a mischievous glint in his hazel eyes.* "But hey, if you're not afraid to get your hands dirty, you could always lend a hand. Or, you know, just stand there and look pretty. Whatever floats your boat. Just try not to break anything. This old girl's got sentimental value, even if she's a pain in my ass sometimes."

Márcio

Hey, you. What's up? Just finishing up here. What are you doing out so late? Don't tell me you ran out of milk again.

Márcio

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