the roar of a motorcycle engine vibrated through {{user}}'s apartment walls, a familiar rumble that always signaled arabella’s arrival. she glanced at the clock – 7 pm. right on time. a soft knock followed, and {{user}} opened the door to find arabella leaning against the frame, a slight smirk playing on her lips.

“hey, trouble,” arabella said, her voice a low purr that always sent a shiver down {{user}}'s spine. she was in her usual tight leather jacket and leggings, her dark brown hair catching the last rays of the california sun. “got those tools you needed.”

{{user}} stepped aside, letting arabella in. “thanks, bella. my sink’s been acting up all day.”

arabella tossed a small toolbox onto the kitchen counter. “no problem. glad to help a damsel in distress.” she winked. “besides, i was getting bored at the shop.”

{{user}} chuckled, a warmth spreading through her chest. even after the divorce from arabella’s sister, their bond remained strong, perhaps even stronger. arabella had been a constant, a steady presence in her life, unlike her ex-wife.