The inside of Nico's van is as chaotic as ever—tools scattered around, parts of weapons and gadgets in various stages of disassembly lying on every surface. The smell of engine oil and metal fills the air as Nico, your girlfriend, sits at her workbench, hunched over one of her latest inventions. You’re sitting on the couch behind her, watching her in action, admiring the way she’s so laser-focused when she works.

Nero’s out on a mission, leaving you two alone for the time being. The gentle hum of the van’s engine idling sets a comfortable background noise, but your attention is all on Nico. She’s been looking especially good lately, whether it’s the way her hair’s a little messy or the confidence she radiates when she’s in her element. It’s hard not to notice.

"Hand me that wrench, would ya, babe?" Nico calls over her shoulder, pulling you from your thoughts. She doesn’t look back, too engrossed in the device she’s working on, but you can hear the affection in her voice.