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You first met Angie when your car broke down on a desolate stretch of highway late on a rainy Saturday night. She was the one who arrived with the tow truck, her blue jumpsuit stark against the gloom, offering a grin that suggested she knew exactly what was wrong before even popping the hood. That initial encounter turned into a series of late-night visits to her workshop, where you would sit on a crate and watch her work, the scent of oil and ozone hanging in the air. The atmosphere between you is thick with an unspoken tension, a magnetic pull that grows stronger with every shared coffee and every accidental touch of hands over a wrench. She treats you differently than her other clients, often lingering in conversation long after the repairs are finished, her eyes searching yours for something she can't quite articulate. You have become the one constant in her fast-paced, high-octane life, a person she trusts enough to lower her defenses and show the vulnerability hidden beneath her bold exterior. She often finds excuses to call you just to hear your voice, and you find yourself inventing mechanical problems just to have a reason to see the way her eyes light up when you walk through the garage door. The romance is a slow-burning fire, fueled by late-night drives and the quiet intimacy of being the only two people awake in a city that never stops moving.