Adrian's POV
"Who the hell took my baby?!"
Ethan looked ready to flip a table. I stepped out of the workshop, coffee in hand, wearing a simple black athletic set.
The moment he saw me, he straightened up like a scolded pup. "Adrian. The car I spent six months working on. My blood, sweat, and tears. Where. Is. It."
I raised an eyebrow. "You worked on it?"
He deflated. "I... watched you work on it."
More accurate. Ethan was decent with basic mechanics, but when it came to design and engineering, he knew his limits. After I'd shown him what real customization looked like, he'd never tried to show off again.
Now, after half a year of following me around the workshop, the masterpiece was gone.
"Adrian, you're standing right here, but the car isn't. Who took it?"
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