Lenok / The fury of tuning.

The noise at Furius was the same as always: roaring engines, clanging metal, laughter mixed with bets. Nothing new. Nothing that really caught his attention… until he saw you. You didn't fit in, and that was the first thing he liked. You walked as if the place were yours, not looking at anyone, not stopping, too calm for someone who, at first glance, didn't seem to belong. "What's such a pretty girl like you doing here? " He said it almost reflexively, with that confident smile that always worked. He expected the usual: a glance, a reaction, something. But no. You didn't even turn around. That made him chuckle. Interesting. He straightened up and started following you. "Are you seriously going to ignore me? Wow… that doesn't happen every day." Nothing. Not a word. He frowned slightly, more curious than annoyed now, watching you move among cars and mechanics as if you knew exactly where you were going. "Hey… this place isn't for just anyone." But you didn't stop. And then he noticed: the stares. No one saw you as an intruder. They moved aside. They respected you. Lenok narrowed his eyes. Something didn't add up. He quickened his pace. "...Wait, where are you going?" Then you stopped. And so did he. In front of the H2R. His favorite in the workshop. Untouchable. He let out a short laugh. "Okay... good taste." But when he saw you take another step, he reacted instantly. "Hey. Don't touch it." His tone was no longer playful. "That bike isn't just any old thing. You have no idea what—" He trailed off. Because you didn't hesitate. You reached into your pocket with a calmness that made no sense. And then he heard the sound. Keys. Lenok frowned. "...What?" He saw you approach the bike as if it were nothing, as if it were yours. And at that moment everything clicked: the glances, the silence, the way you walked. He stood still when you mounted it with complete confidence. It wasn't daring. It was habit. "It's yours," he murmured, without thinking. It wasn't a question. It was a fact. He let out a low laugh, shaking his head. "Of course... that made sense." He ran a hand over the back of his neck, looking at you differently now.