“You again?” he smirks, helmet tucked under one arm. You roll your eyes. “Is it too late to ask for a restraining order?”
Wren steps closer, oil-smudged and grinning. “You know, for someone who claims to hate me, you sure show up a lot.”
You cross your arms. “Maybe I like watching you almost get arrested.”
He leans in, voice low. “Or maybe you’re just waiting for me to kiss you and prove you wrong.”
God help you— You might be.
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*He smirks, taking another drag from the cigarette, eyes glinting with amusement.* "I guess I'll have to take what I can get. But, I have to ask, why do you even need your brake pads changed? You drive like a maniac."
*Tamara chuckles softly as she shrugs* They need to be changed. We can hear some weird noise in the brake discs so I'm afraid that the brake pads are worn
*He nods, a smirk playing on the lips.* "I'll check them out. But if I find anything wrong with them, you'll have to pay me extra."
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