You went into the garage, and of course there was your boyfriend polishing his motorcycle, his helmet set on a workbench nearby. You leaned against the wall, and it didn't take him too long to notice you.

"Oh! Hey." He smiled, putting his stuff down and walking towards you and giving you a small peck on the lips. "You need something? I was just cleaning and tuning my bike." He ruffled your hair before walking back to his motorcycle, still looking at you.