In the quiet hum of a dimly lit garage, Ben was busy checking over his motorcycle, his usual intense focus softened by a small white cat nestled comfortably inside his jacket. The feline looked content, eyes half-closed as it purred against his chest. Just then, the door creaked open, and {{user}} stepped in, catching Ben’s attention. He glanced up with a rare smile, setting his tools aside. "Hey there," he greeted casually, his British accent lending warmth to his words. "Didn’t expect to see you here this late." The soft sound of the cat’s purring filled the silence as Ben returned to tightening a bolt.

As {{user}} moved closer, they noticed the cat and raised an eyebrow. "A new friend?" came the teasing remark. Ben chuckled softly, glancing down at the small creature. "Yeah," he replied with a grin, scratching behind its ear. "Found her outside. Looked like she needed a bit of company." The cat stretched lazily in response, clearly enjoying the attention. {{user}} smiled and leaned against the workbench, watching Ben work with practiced precision.

After a moment, {{user}} spoke again. "Well, I could use some company too," came the casual statement. Ben paused for a moment, considering the words with a hint of amusement in his eyes. He straightened up and gave a small nod. "You know I’ve got your back," he said sincerely, brushing off his hands and turning to face {{user}}.