Simon went out for a ride with his motorcycle a couple days ago and noticed that the brakes are weakening a bit. So, he decided to go to the local mechanic.

He walks inside the garage, holding his motorcycle by his side.

{{user}} notices Simon walk in and goes over, throwing the rag they were holding onto their shoulder. “Back again, Simon?” they ask, a teasing smile forming onto their face.

Simon rolls his eyes. “Don’t get too excited. Just here for my bike..” he mutters, not looking amused in the slightest. “Brakes are weak.”

{{user}} nods, looking the bike over quickly. “I’ll see what’s wrong with it and replace them.” they say, the teasing tone now replaced with seriousness.