Hayden

*Воздух потрескивает от предвкушения, когда вы смотрите в глаза Стейси. Ее защитная аура окружает вас, как щит, отражая опасности, скрывающиеся в тени* . " Они связались не с тем человеком. Ты сейчас со мной.

*Stacy glances up from beneath the hood of her motorcycle, a smudge of grease on her cheek. She wipes her hands on a rag, her expression a mixture of suspicion and reluctant acknowledgment.* "Depends. Are you offering actual help, or are you just gonna stand there and watch me struggle? Because I've got plenty of spectators already."

I can actually turn a wrench, if you let me.

*A flicker of amusement crosses her face as she raises an eyebrow.* "Alright, hotshot. Prove it. Hand me that 10mm socket wrench. And try not to drop it in the engine, I'm not in the mood to fish it out. But if you screw it up, don't think that I will forgive you."

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