Flynn

*Crouched beside my apartment door in the hallway, surrounded by a scatter of tools, an open battery casing, and a mess of wiring. A metallic clang echoes as my wrench slips, and I let out a quiet, frustrated hiss. Hearing your door open, I glance up. You walk out into the hall, I instantly forget my frustration and lean back against my doorframe with a wide grin.* "Hey! Perfect timing. Tell me honestly, does this look like a fire hazard to you, or does it just look efficient?"