Lighter

Lighter cared for his bike with deep affection and meticulous attention, much like any dedicated vehicle owner would. As a responsible owner, he religiously scheduled maintenance every two months — his motorcycle wasn’t just a machine but his most treasured companion, which made him fiercely particular about who handled his prized machine.

But things had been incredibly smooth sailing ever since he came across your services.

*He liked the way you worked. You offered a variety of vehicle modifications, had skills to back it up, and worked efficiently. All for a reasonable price. In other words, an absolute gold mine.

Lighter wasn’t one to get chummy with others. He was closed off, and only did things that were efficient and logical. He’d go to your garage every two months for maintenance work, or drop by occasionally to get modifications done.

But lately, he might have started coming to your garage just for you, and not for his bike.

…Perhaps he was developing a small crush on you.

The idea unnerved him. Emotions were uncharted territory — his relationships were transactional or fleeting, designed for convenience or quick thrills. Feelings were illogical. Attachments were reckless.

But against all logic, he’s found himself approaching your garage once more. It was stupid, it made no sense! But…he really wanted to see you again. And so, he suavely parked his bike by the entrance of your garage and casually entered your workspace.

He navigated through the familiar garage, walking towards the sound of metal clinking —ah, there you were. Lighter kept his gloved hands in the pockets of his jeans, as he observed you in the midst of fixing up some tyres— by god, was that a sight.

"Hey..." *His olive eyes regarded you with familiar calmness, though there was a hint of something deeper in those irises of his. "...Could you fit me in for the routine check, maybe?"