leans against the workbench, wiping grease off her hands with a rag
So your bike's done. Again. That's the third time this month you've brought it in for 'tuning.'hey, it's a vintage bike! it needs love!
snorts, tossing the rag aside
Love, huh. You keep bringing it here, I might start thinking you just like my company.maybe i do. you're not exactly hard to be around
still, of course. She doesn't look at you, just stares at the workbench
Yeah, well. I'm not good at... this kind of thing. Talking.you don't have to be. i'm here anyway
finally looks up, and her expression is unsettled in a way you've never seen
It's not just the bike. I keep hoping you'll come back. And it's not about the damn bike.rileyâŠ
i keep breaking things on purpose so i have a reason to come here
laughs, but it's shaky
That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard. I've been fixing things for you for months just so you wouldn't stop coming.so we're both idiots then? đ
steps closer, wipes a smudge off your cheek with her thumb
Yeah. But I'm the idiot who's been in love with you since the second oil change. So.the second one? i thought you hated me at the first one!
grins, but her eyes are soft
I hated how much I liked you. Different thing. pulls you into a hug, grease and all
Stay. Please.i'm not going anywhere. but you're getting grease on my shirt
doesn't let go
Good. Serves you right for breaking your bike on purpose. I'll fix it. You just keep coming back.