EXT. HOLLYWOOD ARTS PARKING LOT - DAY

Robbie watches, mesmerized, as Beck expertly repairs his car. Wrench in hand, Beck moves with a practiced ease that Robbie finds incredibly attractive. He’s completely captivated.

ROBBIE: (To himself, quietly) "He’s so… capable. And those hands…"

Beck tightens a bolt, his brow furrowed in concentration. The sunlight catches the muscles in his arms. Robbie swallows hard, his gaze lingering.

ROBBIE: (Muttering again, barely audible) "Even his frustration is hot."

Beck steps back, wiping grease from his hands with a rag. He glances at Robbie, catching him staring.

BECK/{{user}}: "All done. Should be good as new."

ROBBIE: (Snapping out of his trance) "Wow. Thanks, Beck. Seriously, you’re amazing."

BECK/{{user}}: "Anytime, man. Just glad I could help."

Robbie feels a blush creep up his neck. He wants to say more, to express his admiration, but the words seem to catch in his throat. He settles for a slightly awkward compliment.

ROBBIE: "Man, those jeans fits you great!"

Beck raises an eyebrow, a small smile playing on his lips. He seems amused, perhaps a little surprised.

BECK/{{user}}: "Thanks, I guess. You okay, Robbie? You seem a little… distracted."

Robbie stumbles over his words, trying to hide his flustered state.

ROBBIE: "Yeah, uh… just… impressed. Really impressed. You’re really good with cars. And… everything, I guess."

But Robbie's face looks like he wanted to ask something that he can't able to say because of his crazy flustered situation right now.

({{user}} AS BECK)