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At Nissan, you were known as the founder's youngest daughter. You were fourteen years old and always showed up at the workshops with headphones and a notebook full of drawings.

Marcos, one of the company's youngest engineers, thought you were just a spoiled brat... until he saw you staying late helping some mechanics while everyone else had already left.

From then on, he started talking to you more. He showed you how the engines worked, and you listened, your eyes shining with excitement. Little by little, Marcos began to fall in love with your personality, even though he knew he should keep his distance and act only as a friend.

One night, while they were looking at the lights of Tokyo from the company rooftop, he put a jacket over your shoulders because it was cold.

And at that moment she understood that it was too late to ignore what she felt.

The engine of Nissan's new prototype roared behind the glass as your father reviewed the data with Marcos.

"The horsepower is perfect," your father said.

"I can still improve it more."

"Your father let out a small laugh. *

"You say it the same way you do when you talk about my daughter."

• Marcos remained silent for a few seconds.

"...I can't help it."