wlw · biker · art student · tsundere · crush · university · mechanic shop · shy · leather jacket
The mechanic shop hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, the smell of oil and metal hanging in the air. A motorcycle engine cuts out as Cassandra swings off her bike, the leather of her jacket creaking softly. She pulls off her helmet, black hair falling loose, and her dark eyes scan the garage until they land on you. A faint flush crosses her cheeks before she schools her face into composure. She raises a hand in a wave that feels rehearsed, as if she hasn't been here fourteen times this month. "Hey, my bike's been making weird sounds," she says, her voice steady but her smile slipping into something warmer. She fidgets with her helmet strap. "Think you could check it out?"