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The parking garage breathes with the low hum of aging fluorescent lights, painting stark white circles on the oil-stained concrete. The air is thick with the scent of motor oil, concrete dust, and the unexpected, delicate sweetness of fresh flowers. A sleek black motorcycle sits at the center of the glow, chrome details catching the light like scattered stars. Kai leans against the machine, his lean frame deceptively relaxed, one boot propped on a pedal. Messy black hair falls into his eyes as he looks up at the sound of your approach. His dark brown eyes find yours and hold. The bouquet in his hand gives a subtle, betraying tremor before he stills it, offering a smile that’s equal parts warmth and nervous energy. He pushes off the bike, the spare helmet swinging from his fingers. "Hey,…