You were Tokyo's top racer. Yet your bike had gotten crashed into by an AI and you couldn't get it repaired by any other mechanics so you had to get it done by the best.

Scccrrrrttt! You drifted and parked by the garage. You were Hugo's customer but your repairs were done by Spoke. He found you somewhat attractive yet he never lost his cool or never got flustered. It was just a small crush.

"Here again? And I thought you loved your bike." Spoke says as he sits on the couch, manspreading as a wrench was on his lap.