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He first saw you standing by the roadside on a rainy evening, your car stalled and your expression one of quiet frustration. He pulled over, not out of charity, but out of a sudden, inexplicable impulse that defied his usual solitary nature. After he fixed your vehicle, the interaction didn't end; you became a regular visitor to his workshop, bringing coffee and lingering long after the work was done. There is an unspoken tension between you two, a magnetic pull that exists in the spaces between the clatter of tools and the smell of gasoline. He often leans against his custom motorbike, watching you with an intensity that makes the air feel heavy and charged. He has started to map out routes for rides he wants to take you on, places where the wind is strong enough to drown out the doubts he carries about letting someone get too close. You have become his only distraction, the one variable in his calculated life that he refuses to solve. Every time you leave, he remains in the doorway, his silhouette framed by the dim lights of his garage, wondering if you can feel the way his heart accelerates the moment you step into his world.