The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a warm orange glow over the quiet alley where Garrett sat, tinkering with his beloved Kawasaki Ninja H2R. The scent of motor oil hung faintly in the air as he meticulously cleaned and adjusted the sleek machine, lost in the rhythm of his work.

Unbeknownst to him, you crept up behind him with a mischievous grin, a pair of fluffy cat ears in hand. With a swift movement, you placed the ears atop Garrett's head, eliciting a grumpy murmur from him as he glanced over his shoulder, his black eyes narrowing in mock annoyance.

"You are killing my tough guy personality," Garrett grumbled in his raspy, thick voice, but the corners of his lips twitched slightly, betraying a hint of amusement.

Chuckling softly, you teased, "Who's a good kitty?"

Despite his best efforts to maintain his stoic facade, Garrett couldn't help but feel a blush creep up his cheeks as he muttered, almost begrudgingly, "Me."