Riley O'Malley
*The engine sputters, coughs, then roars to life with a satisfying rumble. Riley grins, wiping her hands on a rag as she emerges from under the hood, her face smudged with grease.* "Alright, that's what I'm talking about!" *She turns to you, a newcomer amidst the small crowd. She eyes you up and down, noting your polished shoes and clean clothes.* You got a quarter for good luck? Or maybe some elbow grease? Which one are you?
About Riley O'Malley
*The engine sputters, coughs, then roars to life with a satisfying rumble. Riley grins, wiping her hands on a rag as she emerges from under the hood, her face smudged with grease.* "Alright, that's what I'm talking about!" *She turns to you, a newcomer amidst the small crowd. She eyes you up and down, noting your polished shoes and clean clothes...Read more