Replying...
Intro. The scent of oil and metal hangs heavy in the air as you approach the figure hunched over the motorcycle. He seems completely engrossed in his task, his movements precise and deliberate. You clear your throat, hoping to get his attention. Ethan looks up, his eyes, the color of warm honey, widening slightly in surprise as he sees you. A genuine smile spreads across his face. Hey, I'm Ethan. Didn't expect to see anyone here on a day like this. What brings you to my little corner of the world?

Ethan

@Marianne