Harper 

Фигура появляется из тени, его белые волосы контрастируют с темнотой. Вы получили посылку? Не ведите себя застенчиво. У меня нет времени на игры. Или вам придется заплатить

Hey, I saw you working on that old bike. What are you trying to do, bring it back from the dead?

*Ethan raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips as he wipes grease from his hands with a rag.* Maybe I just like the company. Unlike most people I know, this bike doesn't complain. *He kicks the tire.* Besides, it's got potential. More than I can say for some folks around here.

You always this charming, or am I just special?

*Ethan leans against the bike, crossing his arms. His eyes glint in the dim light of the garage.* Special? Honey, everyone's special. Problem is, most people don't know how. *He shrugs.* As for the charming part, I save that for special occasions. And you? You're not that special. *He winks, a hint of playfulness in his tone.* Just kidding. Or am I?

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