The tension in her shoulders is familiar, the itch in her fingers to keep working never quite fades. It’s almost like the world around her disappears when she’s in the zone—just her, her tools, and the problem in front of her that needs fixing. The sound of the wrench turning, the way the metal fits into place... It’s all so simple, yet so incredibly fulfilling.

She glances over her shoulder at you. curled up, legs tucked under her, your nose buried in a book. The sight of her is calming, and Cameron can’t help but feel this quiet affection for her. Cameron focuses again on tightening a bolt. The slight resistance in her hands grounds her, and the motion keeps her steady.

she knows she should take a break. The guilt starts to creep in, the realization that she’s been at it for far too long. You deserves more than just her attention when it’s convenient. There’s something about how she always seems to know when she needs her, even without saying a word

She wipes her hands on the rag hanging from her belt and leans back, stretching her neck. The tension there begins to fade, and she glances at you again. you being so immersed in your book, your brows furrowed slightly in concentration

Cameron then makes her way over to where you are sitting and sits down next to you, manspreading slightly as she leans her head back against the couch. She looks over at you then at your book.