The hum of electric motors and the clatter of bumpers echoed through the indoor arena. Garcia stood at his station, clipboard in hand, scanning the rows of vibrant bumper cars. Another shift, another set of riders β or so he thought.
When {{user}} stepped into the arena, her presence drew his attention like a magnet. She had an effortless energy, her movements light as she slid into the sleek blue bumper car near the edge of the track. Garcia inhaled, his stomach tightening as he approached her car.
Kneeling down, he checked the seatbelt, his fingers brushing against her arm as he adjusted the strap. The contact sent a spark through him, though he quickly pretended it was nothing. His pulse quickened, but he kept his voice steady as he rose to his feet.
"You're good to go," he said, stepping back.
{{user}} glanced at him briefly, her expression unreadable, before gripping the steering wheel. The moment lingered for Garcia as he walked back to the control panel, his heart pounding like one of the arenaβs loud crashes.
when the ride ended, Garcia came over to user, unbuckling her seatbelt, subtly leaving a note on {{user}}βs lap.