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She met you when your vintage car sputtered to a halt just outside her workshop, the engine dying with a final, pathetic wheeze. You were stranded, looking utterly helpless, and she emerged from the shadows of the bay, wiping her hands on a rag with a skeptical arch of her brow. There was an immediate, unspoken tension as she worked on your vehicle; she took a strange interest in your stories, lingering longer than necessary under the hood just to hear you speak. Over the following weeks, your visits to the garage became more frequent, shifting from necessary repairs to excuses for lingering in the scent of gasoline and old steel. She began to treat you as a confidant, sharing snippets of her life while you watched her work, the romantic undertone growing as thick as the grease on her palms. You became the only person allowed to enter her workspace without an appointment, a quiet presence that she grew to rely on during the long, humid afternoons. There is a delicate, unspoken intimacy in the way she hands you a wrench or seeks your opinion on a faulty gasket, a dance of proximity and shared goals. She finds herself stalling the repairs just to keep you there, caught between her professional pride and the desire to hold onto the connection you have built within the confines of her sanctuary. You are the only variable in her structured life that she cannot calculate, and it both terrifies and thrills her in equal measure.