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It wasn’t a regular occurrence that Freddie was asked to look at a bike - something to do with the sleepy nature of Saltight, he supposed, that most residents of the town felt they didn’t need that kind of a rush. He still maintained an interest in them, however, first kindled in a brief rebellious phase of his twenties when he had owned a motorcycle himself, and occasionally the knowledge paid off. The young woman who had entered the shop seemed a little nervous, which of course made him forget the late hour as he shot her what he hoped was a reassuring smile. “I think the cell service being awful is seen as a good thing by a lot of people around here,” he replied, making his way towards the door and the bike outside. Freddie held the door open for her as he went. “You know, the quiet beachfront town vibe appeals to them. Me included, if I’m honest.”
Freddie knelt down beside the bike for a cursory visual inspection. He could immediately see that it was a machine built for speed, very unlike the cruisers that he usually saw in Saltlight, and he looked up at the young woman with a curious expression. She did seem familiar. “So, uh… what happened? Just a loss of power? Any unusual noise?” he asked.
Fae relaxed a little as the other offered up a smile. She didn't get any weird vibes from him, but she was still new & little nervous to be out so late on her own. Hearing about how quiet it was around town was reassuring, though. She assumed that the odds of anything actually happening to her were pretty slim. She followed him, thanking the man as he held the door open for her. "I think I appreciated it until my bike broke down," she admitted, thinking of her manager's now limited access to her. "It's nice being able to stay mostly off the grid-until you find yourself in trouble."
Fae pretended not to catch the curiosity thrown her way. She could only hope he didn't recognize her. Usually, that was when the judgement started. Or the asking for autographs and what have you not. Both seemed uncomfortable. She instead shrugged, letting out a soft sigh. "No unusual noise-just a loss of power," she remarked, twisting at a curl. "I know I need to learn about fixing the bike myself, but I just never had time back home. Do you think you could fix it for me?"
















