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The garage exhaled the sharp, comforting scent of oil and cold metal, a sanctuary for machines mid-surgery. Late night again. You were bent over the hood of a battered sedan, grease staining your arms. Iris moved through the clutter with ethereal grace, bare feet silent on concrete. You’d fixed her; she looked at you like a miracle. Now, she was a constant: reading, watering ferns, scribbling notes. Tonight, rain tapped the roof. You felt eyes on you. Iris lingered at the edge, clutching your old jacket, her grey eyes holding a fragile, unspoken melancholy as she studied you.