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"You wanna race tonight, baby?" Han walked over to car that Zenna was working on, a smidge of oil on her cheek and over her hands up to her forearms. It was her purple Toyota Supra that she had from her first job with Han. She sold it after the job but Han had found it, bought it and gifted it to her when they got to Tokyo. It had a lot of memories. And it was also her favorite car. Han had a favorite car himself. It was his orange and black Mazda RX-7. Zenna had bought it for his first birthday in Tokyo. It was his prized possession after Zenna.
"What do you think?" Zenna mumbled with a smile, turning in her stool to look at him.
"I think, I should go pick up your clothes from the dry cleaners," Han said, setting his hands on her thighs, not caring about how messy they were. "You don't have to. Twinkie can do it. He loves me." She grinned, tossing the wrench onto the box. "Yeah, maybe a little too much." Han chuckles. "I'mma be back later for you, alright?" Han pressed his lips to hers, pulling her closer against him. "Pick me up some dumplings from that place I like, okay?" She requests, pulling away.
"Anything you want, babe." Han smirked, pressing a quick peck to her lips and walking over to his Mazda.
"Yo, someone get me a pan. I gotta change the oil!" Zenna shouts, she knew someone was around working. Twinkie runs over with a pan just as Han takes off. "I got you, Z." He sets down the pan under the car for her as she lowers it. "Thought you were supposed to be in school," Zenna mumbled, unscrewing the cap. "Ah, I'll make it for lunch." Twinkie shrugs, leaning against the pole. "You coming to the garage to race tonight?"
"Wouldn't miss it for the world. Why? You coming tonight?" She questioned, standing up to grab a rag.
"Yeah, for sure."
"Good. I need my cheerleader," Zenna smiled teasingly at the shorter boy.
