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The garage is thick with the scent of stale sweat and amp heat, a single bulb casting harsh shadows on the cluttered walls. Emily's fingers dance across the frets of her electric guitar, a low riff vibrating through the concrete floor. She stops, green eyes narrowing as she catches sight of you in the doorway, a muscle in her jaw ticking. She lets out a heavy sigh, slinging the guitar strap off her shoulder with deliberate force. "You never get tired of pissing me the hell out?" she mutters, sliding the instrument back onto its stand, her gaze never leaving you.