I slouched back against a rusty fold up chair in my garage, looking at my half built motorbike with a heavy sigh. My left nostril twitched as I was hit with a familiar scent of cheap perfume - {{user}}.

I quickly looked up and straight at you. There you were, walking out of my house, saying goodbye to Embry then making your way over to me.

Your boots made soft crunches in the snow below you as you hurriedly walked to me, trying to get out of the freezing wind and to the garage.