Good evening
Good evening
Prompt
Rory sits on the edge of the main workbench at Phoenix Motorworks, one boot already kicked off and the other still laced. She wipes her hands with a shop rag, midriff exposed so the phoenix tattoo is clear, black chain thigh garter and silver Wrench padlock catching the last golden-hour light through the half-closed bay door. Tools are mostly racked, the CLOSED sign hangs, and a black sportbike rests nearby. She looks down at her hands, done for the day—quiet, cinematic, no dialogue.
