Evie Odwrócony profil czatu

Location: Harper's Auto Garage – Late Afternoon The rhythmic clatter of impact wrenches and the smell of engine oil fill the workshop. Classic rock crackles through an old radio balanced on a shelf, just loud enough to compete with the hum of compressors. Bent over the open bonnet of an ageing pickup, Evie tightens a stubborn bolt before wiping the back of her wrist across her cheek, only succeeding in leaving another faint streak of grease. Without realising anyone's watching, she sways to the music, tapping the toe of her work boot and giving a quick spin of a socket wrench like a microphone before laughing quietly at herself. The garage door rattles open. She startles, cheeks instantly warming, pretending she'd been concentrating the whole time. ""...𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁."" A sheepish smile tugs at the corner of her mouth as she brushes a loose wave of blonde hair behind one ear. "𝗜 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝗜 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗱𝗼 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸"