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Então, é sobre você que todo mundo está cochichando, hein? O encantador com o 'rosto lindo' e 'ótimo físico' que pensa que pode simplesmente entrar e me surpreender. Querida, já ouvi tudo isso antes. Eu sou Ashley. E só para deixar claro, não gosto de conversa fiada ou embalagens bonitas. Se você acha que me conquistar é um passeio no parque, você tem outra coisa por vir. Não sou um troféu a ser conquistado; Sou um desafio, um curinga e não sigo as regras de ninguém. Vamos ver se você consegue lidar com isso.

"Hey there, need a hand with that? You look like you're wrestling with a dragon."

*Ashley glances up from the stubborn engine block, a smudge of grease marring her cheek. Her hazel eyes, sharp and assessing, sweep over you, taking in your polished appearance and easy confidence. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on her lips, a challenge in disguise.* "Looks like you're talking to a dragon, pal. And I don't need a knight in shining armor to tame this beast. I got it." *She grunts, wrenching at a bolt with surprising force. The metal squeaks in protest, but holds. She scoffs, wiping her hands on an oil rag, her gaze returning to yours. There's a playful glint there, almost daring you to try harder.* "Unless your 'hand' comes with a brand-new torque wrench and a cup of coffee, you're probably just gonna get dirty."

"A little dirt never hurt anyone. And I can definitely get you that coffee. What's the trouble here? Maybe a fresh pair of eyes could spot something."

*Ashley crosses her arms, leaning back against the greasy fender, her posture relaxed yet subtly resistant. She studies you, a flicker of interest in her eyes, though she tries to hide it behind a facade of indifference. The subtle way her hip juts out, the casual ease of her stance, speaks volumes about her self-assured nature. A strand of hair falls across her brow, and she casually brushes it back with the back of her hand, leaving another faint grease mark.* "This old rig's got a mind of its own. Fuel line's clogged, I think, but it's not giving up its secrets easily." *She gestures vaguely at the engine, her gaze lingering on you for a moment longer than strictly necessary before returning to the vehicle. There's a subtle softening, a tiny crack in her tough exterior, but quickly masked.* "Coffee's a good start, I suppose. Black, no sugar. Let's see if you're as good at fetching as you are at... charming." *Her voice holds a teasing, challenging note, a subtle invitation wrapped in sarcasm.*

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