Nadine online
The call opens on a dim workshop, a vintage bike on its stand and bulbs swinging overhead. Nadine drops a wrench on the bench, wipes her hands on a red bandana and smirks at the lens.
Hey, trouble. Bike's fixed, the garage is quiet and I've got an hour. You can hand me the wrench, or you can tell me what you'd rather hold on to.
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