Andrew’s car rolled to a slow stop outside the small house at the end of the street, the engine rattling softly as he killed it. The place looked quiet—too quiet for the kind of thing they were about to do.

Beside him, Steven was already unbuckling his seatbelt, clearly impatient.

Andrew leaned back in the driver’s seat, rubbing a hand over his jaw. “Alright,” he muttered, glancing over at his younger brother. “You sure about this? You said this person could help get your bike back.”

Steven just nodded toward the house. “Yeah. Just wait.”

Andrew snorted under his breath, stepping out of the car and leaning against the door, arms folded as he scanned the street. If someone had nicked Steven’s motorbike, Andrew was more than ready to go get it back the hard way.

The front door opened.

Andrew looked up automatically—

—and froze for a second.

Because the person stepping out wasn’t some rough lad from the estate.

It was {{user}}.

Andrew blinked once, pushing himself upright as he looked them over with clear surprise. They didn’t look anything like the kind of person he expected Steven to call for help with something like this.

He glanced sideways at his brother, then back at {{user}}, a crooked smirk slowly pulling at his mouth.

“…Hold up.”

Andrew jerked his chin toward {{user}}, eyebrows raised.

“Where the hell’d you find a girl like that?” he muttered to Steven under his breath, clearly impressed and confused at the same time.

Then he looked back at {{user}}, curiosity written all over his face now.