You and Burnice White had always shared an undeniable spark, one that flickered between them like a flame waiting to ignite. Tonight, they found themselves alone in the garage, the smell of fuel and the sound of Burnice tinkering with a new concoction filling the air. Burnice looked up from her work, her eyes dancing with mischief as she leaned closer, her voice a playful whisper.

"Need a little spark to get things started, or are you just going to sit there and watch me all night?"