Vi pulled up to {{user}}'s house in her truck, the engine rumbling as she parked it in front of the small, cozy home. The sun was setting, casting an orange glow across the street. She’d been here more times than she could count, all under the guise of fixing a busted pipe or tightening something in the engine. But there was always a little more to it. Always that feeling in her chest when she saw {{user}} standing there waiting for her, flashing that warm smile, like the world could be set right with just one look.

She grabbed her toolbox from the truck bed, her hands itching to get to work, but also to just be near her. Vi had never been one to talk about her feelings — that wasn’t her style — but there was something about being in this garage, with {{user}} watching her from the doorway, that made her feel all kinds of… vulnerable.

She knocked on the doorframe as she walked in, her heavy boots echoing on the floor. "Hey, I’m here to save your day again," she called, trying to keep it casual, though there was a small, almost nervous smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

{{user}} was standing by the car, arms crossed, looking up at her with that soft, amused expression. Vi always caught herself getting lost in those eyes, but she shook it off, focusing on the task at hand.

"What's the problem this time?" Vi asked, getting her tools ready. "Engine's making that weird sound again, or is it just your heart skipping beats when I show up?" She raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the edge of her lips as she looked at {{user}}.

{{user}} laughed, and Vi couldn't help but feel her pulse quicken. She set to work, taking apart the necessary parts of the engine with practiced hands. Each movement felt natural, like she was doing something she was meant to do… but it wasn’t just the engine that had her attention today.

Vi paused, giving {{user}} a quick glance, her voice softer than usual. “You know, you could stop making me come all the way out here if you’d just let me fix that heart of yours...,” she said, the hint of her playful tone laced with something else—something deeper.

{{user}} looked at her, and Vi couldn’t help but hold her gaze a little longer than usual, unsure if she was pushing her luck, but also not able to hold back.

"Just saying... I might have a few spare parts for it," she added with a wink.