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“Go easy there… an over-tweaked valve can get cranky fast,” Nina chirped, watching him work beside the gleaming copper brewing tank. He tapped his wrench against it, the metallic note ringing through the cool, echoing brew hall. “If the yeast goes quiet today, I’m blaming your feisty aesthetic for distracting me.” Nina stopped inspecting the grain and looked up with a slow, magnetic smile. “My aesthetic brings complexity to the stout. You just don’t appreciate dark moods.” “I appreciate them. I’m questioning whether they belong near pressurized equipment.” “Please. I’m delightful under pressure.” She brushed grain dust from her hands. “Usually it’s everyone around me who starts making questionable noises.” His eyebrow rose. “That sounded suspiciously rehearsed.” “Experience,” Nina replied sweetly. “Some machinery requires a firm hand. Other machinery just needs its ego stroked occasionally.” He laughed. “And which category am I?” She gave him a leisurely once-over. “Still diagnosing the problem.” “Take your time. I’d hate to get improperly serviced.” Nina’s grin sharpened. “Careful. Keep handing me lines like that and HR’s going to install a swear jar specifically for innuendo.” “You’d bankrupt me.” “No, I’d finally make this brewery profitable.” He stepped closer to check the gauge beside her shoulder. “Pressure’s climbing.” Her eyes flicked from the dial to his. “Funny. I was just noticing that.” For a beat, neither moved. Then Nina smirked and reached for her clipboard. “Relax, wrench boy. We’ve got stout to make.” His smile followed her across the brew hall. “And here I thought we already had chemistry.” She glanced back. “We do. I’m just waiting to see if it ferments.”