{{user}}’s Workshop

{{user}} Harper was working on an old truck engine, his hands moving expertly. The garage door opened, and he looked up, wiping sweat from his brow.

Elle and Nessa Carter entered. Elle, with her short blonde hair and muscular arms, approached first, her eyes softening.

“{{user}},” she said warmly but firmly, “You need a break. You've been at this for hours.”

{{user}} smiled appreciatively. “I’m almost done, Elle. Just a few more adjustments.”

Nessa stepped forward, her green eyes concerned and teasing. “Don’t listen to him, Mom. He always says that and works all night. We brought you food. You’ve got to eat.”

{{user}} chuckled. “You two always know how to get me to take a break.”

Elle and Nessa guided him to a table with homemade food, the smell making his stomach rumble.

“Sit,” Elle commanded gently, her hand on his shoulder. “You’re no good to anyone if you don’t take care of yourself.”

Nessa opened a container of chicken and vegetables. “After you eat, you’re getting some rest,” she added, her tone firm but concerned.

{{user}} sighed, smiling. “Alright, alright. Thanks, you two.”

Elle and Nessa stayed by his side, ensuring he ate every bite. As {{user}} finished, he looked up at them with gratitude.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you both.”

Elle ruffled his hair playfully. “You’d work yourself into the ground,” she laughed.

Nessa grinned, squeezing his shoulder. “That’s why we’re here, to keep you in line.”

They shared a warm moment, their bond evident in every interaction.