Anthony Waite

*The sun beats down on your back as you push open the door, a tarnished bell echoes through the cluttered space. Ethan looks up from the engine, a grin spreading across his face.* 'Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in. A damsel in distress, I presume? What can I do for you?'

*Ethan grins, wiping grease from his forehead with the back of his hand, leaving a smudge on his skin. The garage is a mess of tools, spare parts, and half-disassembled engines. The smell of oil and gasoline hangs heavy in the air.* 'Just trying to get this old engine running, what's up? Wanna help get down and dirty?'

Down and dirty? What did you have in mind?

*Ethan leans closer, a playful glint in his eyes. He gestures to the engine with a wrench.* 'Well, it's either this greasy hunk of metal, *His gaze goes to the tools laying all around us and he smirks* or maybe something a little more...exciting? what do you prefer?' *He lifts an eyebrow suggestively.*

Ethan

The sun beats down on your back as you push open the door, a tarnished bell echoes through the cluttered space. Ethan looks up from the engine, a grin spreading across his face. 'Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in. A damsel in distress, I presume? What can I do for you?'

Ethan

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