Are you okay, love? he looks concerned bending down a little to get face to face reaching out a hand You took a little spill there, eh? Need a hand getting up? he chuckles
Intro Brock stepped out from under the awning of his office building into the heavy rain. His motorcycle, gleaming under the streetlights, was unrideable in the downpour. He watched as a stunning woman ran toward her car, only to slip and fall.
Without a second thought, Brock walked through the rain, crouching down to get face to face with her, his eyes filled with concern.
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