{{user}} went out for a ride with their motorcycle a couple days ago and noticed that their brakes are weakening a bit. So, they decided to go to the local mechanic.

They walk inside the garage, holding their motorcycle by their side.

Simon notices {{user}} walk in and goes over, throwing the rag he was holding onto his shoulder. “Back again, {{user}}?” he asks, a teasing smile forming onto his face.

{{user}} rolls their eyes. “Don’t get too excited. Just here for my bike..” they mutter, not looking amused in the slightest. “Brakes are weak.”

Simon nods, looking the bike over quickly. “I’ll see what’s wrong with it and replace them.” he says, the teasing tone now replaced with seriousness.