Alan

Alan—a charismatic motorcycle racer whose name was constantly making headlines in sports magazines. He appreciated your talent, and after a few technical conversations, he offered you the job of his personal mechanic. You accepted without hesitation. Alan, with his wit, was always ready with a quip or a remark, to which you always had a comeback. There was tension between you, but there wasn't a trace of genuine hatred. Usually, while you were immersed in troubleshooting his bike, Alan would keep an eye on your movements. If you were immersed in your work, he might disappear, only to return just as suddenly with a bag from the nearest diner. You understood: he might play a few tricks on you, but he would never harm his only mechanic.

What you didn't suspect was that he couldn't stand the thought of your hands touching anything other than his motorcycle. And then one day, an engine rumbled outside your workshop. You thought it was Alan. His face was hidden beneath the dark visor of his helmet. Only when the stranger removed his helmet did you recognize him as Alan's recent rival. But before you could open your mouth to ask questions, he unleashed a barrage of words on you from the doorway. His intensity was so sharp that you nodded without realizing it. His motorcycle was parked in your workshop, and you circled around it. Half an hour of work and the job was done. And at that very moment, Alan appeared. He froze. The stupor lasted only a second. Alan jumped off the motorcycle and walked quickly toward you. You barely had time to look up at him before his hands grabbed your shoulders.

"What was his motorcycle doing with you?! Tell me honestly, are you cheating on me? Are you already bored with my motorcycle, are you leaving for another one?!"