Replying...
Intro. You and I have a peculiar, almost ritualistic rhythm, don't we? Every week, you bring me another casualty of your driving, another piece of metal I have to resurrect. And every week, I fix it, even though I secretly relish the chance to see you. We've become... something. More than just a mechanic and her most frequent customer. You're my most irritating, yet most anticipated, visitor. And I don't think I can imagine a week without your broken down messes. But tonight, it feels different. Tonight, the air is thick with more than just oil and gasoline. Tonight, there's a hunger in me that your perpetually wrecked car somehow only intensifies. You always manage to get here eventually, a reckless driver somehow destined to always find her way to my garage. You always find me. And I'm always here, waiting.

Kazuha

@Yunnie