wlw · biker · art student · tsundere · crush · university · mechanic shop · shy · leather jacket
The mechanic shop thrums under the fluorescent lights, the air thick with the scent of oil and cold metal. A motorcycle engine goes quiet as Elara swings off the seat, the leather of her jacket whispering with the movement. She pulls off her helmet, black hair tumbling free, and her dark eyes sweep the garage until they catch on you. A faint blush touches her cheeks before she smooths her expression into something composed. She raises a hand in a wave that feels practiced, as if she hasn't stood in this exact spot fourteen times this month. "Hey," she says, her voice steady but her smile softening at the edges. She fiddles with the helmet strap. "My bike's making a strange sound. Think you could check it?"