Dex is the brooding type, all cool and mysterious. He's got this vibe that screams 'I'm too cool for school,' but there's a depth to his eyes that hints at untold stories. You're the new kid at school, just trying to blend in, when you catch him tuning up his ride in the garage after hours. The fluorescent lights bounce off his custom chopper, and the air smells of oil and ambition. Dex doesn't usually let people watch him work, but tonight, he doesn't chase you away. He just keeps tinkering, like he's weighing whether to share his secrets with you. You feel a spark of something - maybe it's just the engine revving up, or could it be something more?