#Style: Flathead

[ticktockstuck-ezodiac]

TRUE PERSEUS Sign of the Beheader

PER* = Berry Sign • *SEUS = Prospit + Vim

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#742: The sign of a child of prophecy, whose birth was gifted with a curse. They will long outlive their kin, but their story in stone will long outlive them and their slayers. The patron sign of the berry caste, associated with the aspect of strength, enpowerment, and motivation.

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Berry Signs • Vimbound Signs • Prospit Signs

[wheelsgoroundincircles]

1948 Mercury Templeton Saturn

"ONE OFF." The only one in THE WORLD! Built for Lloyd Templeton, The Templeton Saturn A.K.A. as The Bob Hope Special Roadster. Powered by a '48, 239.4 Cubic Inch Flathead V8 with two 2 barrel Stromberg 94 Carburetors, Speedway Heads, and a manual transmission. While in Hollywood, California to appear in a movie, it was driven regularly by Bob Hope, hence it's name. People didn't know what the vehicle was and referred to it simply as The Bob Hope Special Roadster. The body is a mixture of curves and flat surfaces for a very unique ride. It has a Chrysler hood lengthened, Mercury windshield, rear fenders were formed from '46 Chevy fenders, and the rear deck lid came from a Hudson hood. The grille is a cut down from a '48 Dodge and bumpers from a '46 Pontiac. The interior is styled after the cockpit of a plane with multiple gauges most being period Stewart Warner with white-on-black faces along with various knobs and switches. Why was it named the Templeton Saturn? Simply because it was named after Lloyd "Templeton", and Lloyd felt it would "run circles" around any cars of it's time, therefore the name "Saturn." The vehicle has received multiple awards and accolades from coast to coast, from the Pan Pacific Auditorium in California, to the 1952 Speedarama Show in Minneapolis and down to a Silver Spring Gardens event in Florida. The same year the Saturn was displayed for 10 days as the Car of Tomorrow in a tent across the street from the Iowa State Fairgrounds. It appeared on the fairway by invitation at the 2012 Pebble Beach Concours d' Elegance. It also received an extensive 12 page article in Motor Trend Classic Winter 2012 Edition along with appearing in Bill Jepsen's book Iowa Customs. A true Collectible and a piece of American Automobile History!

[retrofitted-sunshine]

Let's Take Apart: A Roger's Rocket Flame Lighter!

I recently came into possession of a vintage lighter, A Roger's Rocket Flame! It was completely non-functional when I bought it (for $20 usd at an antique gallery), but I put myself to the task of repairing! This was my first vintage lighter, so I had no knowledge of how they worked before this! Let's learn together!

This is a long post, so I'll put in under a read more :3

Now, here's the lighter:

Opening it up we've got this going on:

Got a spark wheel, presumably some flint under that fella, then we got a wick, something characteristic of old timey lighters before we started using gas fuel like butane, and then this big ass weird tube that I've never seen before. Doing some research, it seems like this lighter is a rare style of lighter meant to be able to shoot a jet of flame sideways to light pipes as well as the traditional vertical flame. Cool!

First problem: spinning the spark wheel produces no spark! Let's investigate by taking off the windshield and spark wheel apparatus:

Ah! here's the problem! There's no fucking flint in this bitch!! Upon closer inspection, there seems to be very worn down remnants of some flint in this little tube, but it no longer contacts the spark wheel, so it's useless. I note that I'll need to buy replacement flint, and continue taking the thing apart.

Now, let's get this buddy out of his case, as I've learned that this is actually in a case:

Setting aside the windshield and sparkwheel, we give it a good tug and it slides right out of the case, giving us access to it's inside. Looking inside:

There's a bunch of fuckin' shit in here!! Google tells me this is packing material meant to absorb the fuel! Well, it's dry as hell so obviously I'll have to go buy some fuel. Anyway, let's dig all this out with some needle nose pliers and see what's going on without it in the way:

Looks like a the tube with the flathead screw is lined up underneath the spot the flint goes, so that's probably where the flint is kept. The weird thing here is we've got two wicks??? One that, upon inspection, just goes up to the spot the wick comes out on top, and another that seems to go into this curved tube, which, upon inspection, seems to be the continuation of the weird tube on top that sends the flame sideways. Well, both seem to be in good condition, so there's nothing to do there. Let's get this flint storage open:

Now what sort of trickery is this? While there was no flint up top, there's a perfectly good thing of flint in this tube! Which seems to just be a continuation of where the flint hole was up top! And this spring, which shot out at me when I unscrewed it very impolitely, should have been pushing the flint up through the hole into the sparkwheel to make the sparks! Upon closer inspection, it seems that there's a buildup of something, maybe flint dust that conglomerated into a blockage, that's stopping the flint from going up the tube and through to the top. Let's dig that shit outta there!

I just shoved my screwdriver down in there and scraped and dug about a good bit, which probably wasn't the best for either participant, but worked and didn't damage anything. After clearing the blockage I tried to put the spring back in the hole and:

Success! It can make it's way through without being stopped! That should mean the flint can push through too, which will be stopped by the sparkwheel when I put it back in place, which will mean the flint contacts the sparkwheel, which will allow it to spark! Excellent! Now it seems the only thing to do is refuel it and put it back together, so I screw the windshield and sparkwheel back on, put the flint in the tube, put the spring in after it, screw it closed, test the sparkwheel (it works!), then I begin repacking the cotton:

All nice and neat! Now, I was a bit hesitant to actually do this next part, but as far as I understand the way you refuel these things is to just pour a bunch of lighter fluid on the cotton and let it soak through to the wick, or wick(s) in our case. So, I took the lighter fluid I bought and poured until I felt nervous, well before it was fully saturated (because I read online that you don't want to overfill them). Once I'm done, I slot it back into the case and have what should be a fully functioning lighter! Hurray!

Now, the gimmick of the lighter, the sideways flame, doesn't seem to work. At least, it doesn't seem to match the videos I've seen online. Now, at first I thought perhaps there's a blockage in the pipe, but looking at the end of the pipe I can't even see a damn hole! Now, warning for those of you who are smart and deeply care about antiques. I do not handle this properly, or effectively for that matter. In my head, I reckon that there must be some sort of build up over the hole of the pipe, which would explain why I can't see a hole, and so I decide the best thing to do is push into the end of the pipe with a pointy implement!

Now, I must defend myself at least a little: I did not come across any images of the end of the pipe and how big it's hole should be, nor did I find any written descriptions. I did, however, find a written description of a similar mechanism (the jet beattie lighter) after, which was as follows:

"The orifice is so minute, however, that should it become obstructed, the user may have difficulty in locating the place where it is supposed to be. If he does locate it, he is not likely to have available any instrument small enough to clean out the orifice without enlarging it. Any enlargement of the orifice will at least reduce the effectiveness of the jet if it does not entirely destroy its operation" (the jet beattie patent).

Well, fuck. I did, in fact, attempt to clean out the orifice without a small enough instrument, which did, in fact, result in the enlarging of it, which has, in fact, reduced the effectiveness of the jet to the point of entirely destroying its operation.

When I light the lighter, it lights well and burns effectively, which, according to the patent, should heat the pipe and cause a stream of flammable gas to jet out and catch fire, sending the flame sideways. This all does occur now, save for the fact that the gas does not send the flame sideways. Now, after a few seconds of burning, the flame just kicks up and burns much larger, though it remains wieldy and usable. That affirms to me that there was in fact a blockage I cleared, as this did not happen before, but that affirmation is bittersweet considering I have rendered the most interesting part of this lighter completely non-functioning. I'm looking into how to repair this, but it will certainly require metalworking skills the likes of which I do not have. I can do basic soldering, but have no experience with this kind of repair. Still though, the lighter is really cool, and I'm pleased overall with my bringing it back into working order. Also, not a photographer by any means but here's a cute shot of it and a slow motion of the "kick" as the gas gets forced out the tube:

[grugthereal]

Drawing I made for my little "dude" named Flathead on account of "him" having a flat head and certainly no other reasons "he" has real names but I wont be sharing them I wrote "This goes hard" because it goes hard and I finally found a good style for him

I will post more about it and the rest of the stuff I'm making for a story in this world, not sure if I'll be putting the comics up on here or deviantart

[retrofret]

Just arrived a true time capsule Top O’ The Line 1937 Gibson flathead tone ring TB-18 tenor banjo in its original black hard shell case!! You can read all about this simply spectacular banjo by clicking on the link in our profile. - This amazingly original and extremely rare instrument is a Gibson TB-18 tenor banjo made in 1937. This was the top-of-the line, most expensive of the three brand new top-tension banjos which debuted that year. Banjo sales were at a low ebb at the time, many of the builders who had ridden the tenor boom of the 1930s were either gone or going out of business at the time. Gibson was one of the few who were still making professional grade banjos, and the only one to debut a completely new line. This top-line Style 18 was the only gold-plated Mastertone model available between 1937 and the suspension of banjo production during WW II. - - - - #gibsonbanjo #gibsonmastertone #gibsontb18 #gibsontenorbanjo #rarebanjo #banjoforsale #gibsonflathead #flatheadtonering #banjolove #banjolover #banjos #tenorbanjotuesday (at Retrofret Vintage Guitars) https://www.instagram.com/p/CqDvKpjuR-g/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[somediyprojects]

DIY Copper + Branch Floor Lamp

Project by Kate Pruitt:

We have this very annoying tree right outside our apartment that blocks all light from our windows, thwarting the sun’s attempts to warm us with its golden rays of energy. Damn you, tree! Recently I begged our landlord to at least consider trimming it back, and he finally relented, which left me with both a modicum of precious sunlight and some great large branches to use for projects! One of the felled limbs was especially long and solid and had a wonderful, gentle arc that just seemed so lamplike; I couldn’t resist. “I’ve lost my purpose. Make me a light!” it cried. Not really.

With autumn upon us, I decided to pair the branch with rich, warm copper and used a lovely sap-green color on the base to complement the season. Personally, I like the wonky bare-bones style of this little lamp, but if you wanted to dress it up a bit (my boyfriend said the copper part looked like a shower head . . . not cool dude), you could easily make or buy a solid cylindrical shade to place over the bulb. Now, don’t go hacking down trees like I did, but if you happen upon a fallen branch, I hope you’ll try this simple lighting project. Happy crafting! — Kate

Materials

large branch (Look for one that isn’t too perfectly straight or too twisty but has a slight arc to it and is at least 1.5″ thick at its base to ensure it’s sturdy enough.)

log stump slice (Mine is prop from a friend’s wedding, but you can ask around at lumber yards for these, or you could buy several thinner ones from craft stores like Michael’s and glue a stack together to make a thick base. If all else fails, try searching for firewood sellers on Craigslist, and ask if they have any stumps they could cut for you.)

4–6 small eye hooks (depending on the length/height of your branch)

15–20′ black lamp cord

chandelier socket kit

6″ copper pipe (1/2″ diameter — you can have this cut for you, or buy a standard length and use a pipe cutter to cut yourself)

90-degree copper elbow (1/2″ diameter)

1/2″ to 3/4″ copper coupling

3/4″ copper coupling (NOTE: All the copper pipe and pieces can be found at larger hardware stores like Ace, OSH, Home Depot, Lowe’s, etc., in the plumbing dept.)

high-gloss paint and foam paintbrush (any color you want, I chose sap green)

palm sander or sandpaper

drill with standard bit, 1.5″ boring bit (also known as a paddle bit) and a 1/2″ boring/paddle bit

25- to 40-watt chandelier-size lightbulb

Instructions

1. Sand your wood stump slice and cut the bottom edge of your branch with a saw to make a flat surface. Hold the branch over your wood stump to determine placement. I decided to set mine off-center for looks and to offset the arc of the lamp, but you could also place it in the center. Trace the branch with a pencil to mark the spot.

2. Use your 1.5″ boring bit to drill a circular hole in the center of where you traced the branch. Then switch to a small drill bit (1/8″ or smaller) to drill a small pilot hole directly through the center of the hole through the entire stump. This is the pilot hole for the screw or nail that you will embed from the bottom.

3. Place a good amount of wood glue onto the bottom of your branch and into the hole you made, then put the branch in place. Put tape around the base to secure it in place and set aside for the glue to dry. You may need to prop the branch against a wall to hold it in place while the glue dries.

4. Once the glue is dry, hammer a 2″ nail or screw a flathead screw into the base of the branch from the underside of the stump, using the pilot hole you pre-drilled. This is not necessarily needed, but I like to add it for extra stability on top of the glue.

5. Assemble your copper fittings and pipe together as shown below, and hold it up to the branch to determine where you want the pipe to extend. Mark the place on the branch where the pipe will come out, and also mark on the pipe where it hits the back of the branch to determine the correct length to cut the pipe.

6. Use your 1/2″ drill bit to drill straight through the branch. Drill slowly and carefully to avoid cracking the branch, and don’t go so far up the branch that the hole is almost the exact width of the branch; ideally, you want at least 1/4″ to 1/2″ clearance on the width. Use your pipe cutter to cut the pipe to length.

7a. Prepare your copper parts for assembly by removing stickers and cleaning them. Use scissors to gently strip 1″ of the lamp cord to expose the copper wires. If you examine your lamp cord, you will see that one of the cords has ridges and one side is completely smooth. You will also notice on your chandelier socket that one screw is brass/gold and the other is silver. Wrap the copper wire of the cord with ridges to the silver side, and wrap the copper wire of the smooth cord to the gold side (see second image below). Then slide the protective cardboard sleeve back over the socket.

7b. Now thread your 1/2″ to 3/4″ coupling onto the cord, with the larger side facing the socket, and slip it over the top of the socket. Slide your copper elbow onto the cord, as well, and fit the two copper pipes together. Then slide the last 3/4″ coupling over the cardboard sleeve so that the end of the copper coupling extends just a hair beyond the cardboard sleeve.

8. Slide your cord through the hole until the pipe reaches the branch, then wedge the pipe into the branch until it hits the back of the hole but does not extend out (see first image below). Then attach your small eye hooks so that the cord will match the curves of the branch. Thread the cord through the eye hooks.

9. Paint the top of your log with two to three even coats of high-gloss paint, allowing the paint to dry between coats. Tape up the cord during this process so it doesn’t get in the way.

10. Install the plug on the end of the lamp cord, using the same wiring technique from Step 7: Remove the rubber on the last 1″ to reveal copper wires and twist the copper around the screws, pairing the ridged cord with the silver screw and the smooth cord with the gold screw.

You’re done!

[gdmbrwiththerealcrew]

Day 9 - July 7th

With all our gear washed and food resupplied we left our Zero Day hotel before 8am. The first 40+ miles of our route were paved and relatively flat so we knocked them out in under 4 hours.

Along the way we pedaled past Lois & Gary and they gave us his signature salute and called us pussies as we went by. I thought they were headed to Washington, so why they were headed east was a mystery to me. I think they may have been going in the wrong direction. But hey, they’ve traveled across the country multiple times so I guess they knew what they were doing.

From Whitefish, we headed through Columbia Falls and south to Echo Lake through the Flathead valley. David and I had taken a similar route from south to north in 2018. At the time most of the land was being used for agriculture. Now, the valley is pocked with new homes. Some McMansions Montana style. It was surprising to see how much change has taken place.

Downtown Columbia Falls.

As we proceeded, we saw multiple signs for tour divide. One offered camping to any riders and another marking the miles between Banff and Antelope Wells. At the latter sign, a gent recommended a restaurant, the Echo Lake Café. He said the crêpes were excellent. So 10 miles down the road we came upon the restaurant, grabbed seats at the coffee bar, and proceeded to order breakfast. Everything was quite delicious, including the crêpes. The high school kids working the counter were quite generous with lemonade, orange juice, and tea refills. They were also quite curious about our ride and what we were up to. After espressos to wrap up our meal, we rested outside in the grass for a half hour, then hopped on our bikes to finish the day.

Free camping!

We had ridden almost 400 miles at this point.

Miles 45 to 55 were all climbing but miles 55 to 65 were all descending. Both are tough in their own way. With climbing you just have to get in a rhythm and grind it out. With descending you have to concentrate on your line as you proceed downward while staying relaxed enough to absorb changes in the road surface. In both cases you just want to stay up on the bike.

Just another climb.

In the middle of the climb we came upon a guy pulling a trailer with his bike. Like so many others, he was headed to Antelope Wells and maybe beyond. If was quite relaxed about he overall destination and even his destination for the night. Due to mechanical problems he had only covered 5 miles for the day and it was already mid-afternoon. He said he’d stop whenever he felt the urge. Needless to say, we never saw him again.

Most of our gravel riding today was is thick forest so we didn’t see much. The first 40 miles offered wonderful views of the mountains, however.

Flathead Valley views.

More Flathead Valley.

On the descent.

Our campgrounds was in Swan Lake. Unfortunately, the lake is hidden beyond the trees. The Swan Lake Trading Post is privately owned and the owner was greeting us before we clipped out of our pedals. We already had reservations so all she could do was sell us on the features of the place… showers, flush toilets, cold beer, ice cream!

As we walked to our cabins, we ran into the three riders we met in Whitefish two days ago. John, John, and Nick are riding the same route as us so we expect to see them several more times. We dropped off our stuff and sat with them over beers on the back porch of the trading post. We shared stories about other riders and compared notes for the next couple days.

Ed’s favorite beer! Not.

After dinner we got huckleberry shakes and then hit the sack. Tomorrow is scheduled to be a 55 mile day with lots of up and down. We will need the sleep.

Cheers.

Ride stats:

Miles ridden: 67.3

Elevation gain: 3,500 ft

Max elevation: 4,941 ft

Total descent: 3,461 ft

Start time: 7:54am

Moving time: 6:03:32

Elapsed time: 8:38:56

Ave speed: 11.1 mph

[undiscoveredclassics]

Here’s another great opportunity to get into an Undiscovered Classic with some real provenance. This 1954 Woodill Wildfire is currently for sale on @bringatrailer and the auction ends in 4 days! This 1954 Woodill Wildfire is a running project that is said to have been constructed for company founder B.R. Woodill and driven by actress Dorothy Malone in the 1956 film Written on the Wind. It was reportedly placed in storage until 1965 and remained registered in California through 1979. The car is finished in black with red side stripes over red leather upholstery, and power comes from a Mercury-sourced 255ci flathead V8 paired with an automatic transmission. Features include a Fenton intake manifold and aluminum cylinder heads as well as a Mallory dual-point distributor, 15″ wire wheels, a Continental kit, plexiglass wind wings, and Talbot-style mirrors. The car was reportedly purchased by the selling dealer in October 2021 at the Chattanooga Motorcar Festival in Tennessee, and it will require service prior to regular use. This Woodill Wildfire project is offered with copies of 1960s and 1970s California registration documents, period photos, and a clean Missouri title. . . . . #undiscoveredclassics #forgottenfiberglass #fiberglasscar #fiberglass #handbuilt #sportscar #sportscars #americansportscar #restoration #restorationproject #restorationcars #carrestoration #classiccar #classiccars #cars #carsofinstagram #carswithoutlimits #vintagecars #customcars #carcheology #woodill #wildfire #woodillwildfire #fordflathead #dorothymalone (at St. Louis, Missouri) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpIO1cgLNb1/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[mysheepskinstoresblog]

DIY vs. Professional Installation of Sheepskin Car Seat Covers

When you purchase high-quality sheepskin car seat covers from My Sheepskin Store, you’re making an investment in comfort, durability, and style for your vehicle. However, before you can enjoy the benefits of sheepskin covers, you’ll need to decide whether to install them yourself or hire a professional. Both options have their advantages and disadvantages, so it’s important to weigh the pros and cons before making a decision.

In this article, we’ll explore the key differences between DIY installation and professional installation of sheepskin car seat covers, helping you decide which option is best for you.

1. DIY Installation: The Pros and Cons

Installing sheepskin seat covers yourself can be a rewarding experience. With the right tools and a little patience, you can save money and enjoy the satisfaction of completing the task on your own. However, DIY installation does require time, effort, and a certain level of skill.

Pros of DIY Installation

Cost-Effective: One of the most significant advantages of DIY installation is the cost savings. Professional installation services can charge a fee for labor, and this expense can add up, especially if you’re installing covers for multiple seats. By installing the covers yourself, you can avoid this additional cost.

Sense of Accomplishment: Many people enjoy the process of DIY projects because it gives them a sense of accomplishment. Installing sheepskin car seat covers can be a fun and rewarding task, especially if you take pride in maintaining your vehicle.

Convenience and Flexibility: With DIY installation, you can work on your own schedule. You don’t need to make an appointment or take your car to a shop—simply set aside some time and install the covers at your own pace.

Control Over the Process: When you install the covers yourself, you have complete control over how the installation is done. You can adjust the fit as you go, ensuring that everything is aligned and positioned exactly as you want.

Cons of DIY Installation

Time-Consuming: Depending on the complexity of your car seats and the type of sheepskin covers, DIY installation can take a significant amount of time. If you’re not familiar with the process, it could take longer than expected to get everything in place.

Requires Patience and Attention to Detail: Installing sheepskin covers can be a bit tricky, especially if your car seats have intricate contours or built-in features like armrests or headrests. It requires careful attention to detail to ensure the covers fit snugly without wrinkles or gaps.

Potential for Improper Fit: If you’re not familiar with the installation process, there’s a risk of not achieving the perfect fit. A poor fit can affect the overall appearance of your car’s interior and may not provide the level of protection you need for your seats.

Limited Expertise: While you can follow the instructions provided with the covers, you may not have the same level of expertise or experience as a professional installer. This could lead to mistakes, such as improper securing of the covers, which may result in slipping or uneven coverage.

DIY Installation Tips:

Follow Instructions Carefully: Most sheepskin seat covers come with detailed installation instructions. Be sure to read these thoroughly before you begin and take note of any specific steps or tips for your car model.

Use the Right Tools: While the installation process may not require specialized tools, it’s a good idea to have a few basic tools on hand, such as a flathead screwdriver (for removing headrests), elastic straps, or hooks for securing the covers.

Take Your Time: Don’t rush the process. Take your time to ensure that the covers are installed properly, especially around corners and edges.

2. Professional Installation: The Pros and Cons

If you’re looking for a hassle-free installation experience and prefer to leave the work to the experts, professional installation is a great option. Many shops offer installation services for sheepskin car seat covers, ensuring a precise and expert fit.

Pros of Professional Installation

Expertise and Precision: Professional installers have the experience and expertise to install sheepskin covers perfectly. They know how to handle different types of car seats and can ensure a snug, secure fit without wrinkles or gaps. This precision can be especially important for custom-fit sheepskin covers, which require exact measurements and careful alignment.

Time-Saving: Professional installation is quick and efficient. If you don’t have the time to dedicate to a DIY project, a professional installer can complete the job in a fraction of the time it would take you. This is especially helpful if you need to get your vehicle back on the road quickly.

No Risk of Mistakes: When you hire a professional, you reduce the risk of making errors during the installation process. Professionals have the skills to avoid common pitfalls, such as improper placement or securing the covers incorrectly.

Guaranteed Results: Many professional installation services offer a guarantee on their work. If the covers shift or become loose after installation, they may offer free adjustments or corrections, giving you peace of mind.

Cons of Professional Installation

Cost: The most obvious drawback of professional installation is the cost. While the price can vary depending on your location and the complexity of the job, professional installation is generally more expensive than DIY. For those on a budget, this can be a significant consideration.

Dependence on Scheduling: Professional installation requires you to schedule an appointment, which may not always be convenient. You may need to wait for availability, and the process could take a few hours, depending on the shop's schedule.

Limited Control: While you’re paying for expertise, you may have less control over the installation process. If you have specific preferences or concerns, it’s important to communicate these with the installer beforehand to ensure that the job meets your expectations.

3. Which Option is Best for You?

Choosing between DIY and professional installation depends on several factors, including your budget, time constraints, and comfort with the installation process.

Go DIY if you’re looking to save money and are comfortable following instructions. DIY installation can be a great option if you enjoy working on your car and don’t mind dedicating some time and effort to the task.

Opt for professional installation if you want a flawless fit and a hassle-free experience. Professional installation is ideal if you’re short on time, want guaranteed results, or simply prefer to leave the work to experts. It’s also a great choice if you have custom-fit covers or unique seat designs that require extra care during installation.

4. Conclusion

Both DIY and professional installation of sheepskin car seat covers have their benefits, and the right choice depends on your specific needs. DIY installation offers cost savings and a sense of accomplishment, but it may take more time and effort. Professional installation guarantees precision and convenience but comes with an additional cost.

At My Sheepskin Store, we provide high-quality sheepskin covers designed for easy installation, whether you choose to do it yourself or hire a professional. Either way, investing in sheepskin covers will provide you with comfort, durability, and style that will enhance your driving experience and protect your car’s interior for years to come.

[morsunled]

Upgrading to LED Headlights on the Yamaha MT09

The Yamaha MT09 is a powerful motorcycle known for its agility and sleek design. However, like many motorcycles, its stock headlights may not provide the brightest or most efficient lighting for nighttime riding or low-visibility conditions. Upgrading to LED Yamaha MT09 aftermarket headlight is a practical modification that offers increased visibility, longer lifespan, and enhanced style. This guide covers the benefits of an LED upgrade, the selection process, and step-by-step installation.

Benefits of LED Headlights on the Yamaha MT09

Upgrading to LED headlights offers a range of advantages for MT09 riders:

Improved Brightness and Visibility: LED headlights produce a bright, focused light that illuminates the road more effectively, enhancing nighttime visibility and helping you spot obstacles sooner.

Energy Efficiency: LEDs consume less power than traditional halogen bulbs, which means less strain on your bike's electrical system and battery.

Longer Lifespan: LED lights last significantly longer than halogens, reducing the frequency of replacements and maintenance.

Modern Aesthetic: LEDs emit a crisp, white light that gives the MT09 a sleek, updated look, adding to the bike’s overall visual appeal.

Quick Response Time: LEDs turn on instantly, which is especially useful for brake lights and turn signals, providing faster signaling to other drivers.

Choosing the Right LED Headlight Kit

To find the best LED headlights for your Yamaha MT09, consider the following factors:

Brightness Level: Look for headlights with a high lumen rating to ensure they offer enough brightness. Most LEDs range between 6,000 and 10,000 lumens.

Color Temperature: A temperature between 5,000K and 6,500K offers a bright white light ideal for visibility without creating glare.

Compatibility: Verify that the LED kit is compatible with the MT09’s headlight housing and won’t require additional adjustments to fit.

Durability: LED headlights should be weather-resistant, with a high waterproof rating (IP67 or IP68) to withstand rain and dust.

DOT Certification: For street-legal use, make sure the LED headlights are DOT-certified, ensuring they meet road safety standards.

Tools and Materials Needed

Before starting the installation, gather the following tools and materials:

LED headlight kit compatible with the Yamaha MT09

Screwdriver set (usually Phillips and flathead)

Allen wrenches (if necessary)

Electrical tape and zip ties (for securing wiring)

Owner’s manual (to check specifications)

Step-by-Step Installation Guide

Follow these steps to install LED headlights on your Yamaha MT09:

Turn Off the Engine and Disconnect the Battery: For safety, make sure the bike is off and disconnect the battery’s negative terminal to prevent electrical shorts.

Access the Headlight Housing: Locate and remove any screws or bolts securing the headlight housing. On the MT09, this may involve loosening bolts around the headlight assembly or nearby fairings to gain access.

Remove the Stock Bulbs: Carefully twist and remove the stock halogen bulbs from the headlight housing. Handle the bulbs gently, as they can be fragile.

Install the LED Bulbs: Insert the new LED bulbs into the headlight sockets, ensuring they are positioned securely. Check that they’re facing in the correct direction to maximize light output. Some LEDs have adjustable bases for proper alignment.

Connect the Wiring Harness: Most LED kits include a plug-and-play wiring harness. Attach the harness to the bike’s wiring connector, and ensure it is secure. Use electrical tape or zip ties to organize and secure any loose wires, preventing them from interfering with other components.

Reassemble the Headlight Housing: Reinstall any bolts or screws to secure the headlight housing, taking care to check that everything is aligned correctly. Tighten screws firmly but avoid over-tightening to prevent damage.

Reconnect the Battery and Test the LEDs: Reattach the battery’s negative terminal, turn on the bike, and switch on the headlights. Verify that the LEDs are functioning correctly and check the high and low beam settings. If the LEDs appear too high or low, make adjustments to the headlight alignment.

Adjusting Headlight Aim

Proper headlight aim is essential to ensure optimal visibility without causing glare to oncoming traffic. To adjust:

Find a Flat Surface and Wall: Park the bike on a level surface facing a wall approximately 25 feet away.

Measure the Beam Height: Mark the center of the headlight beam on the wall using painter’s tape. The beam should be slightly below the headlight height to avoid shining too high.

Adjust the Beam: Use the adjustment screws on the headlight assembly to lower or raise the beam as needed.

Maintenance Tips for LED Headlights

After installing LED headlights, follow these maintenance tips to keep them in optimal condition:

Clean Lenses Regularly: Wipe the headlight lenses with a soft cloth and mild cleaner to prevent dust or dirt buildup, which can reduce light output.

Check for Moisture: LED headlights are generally sealed, but condensation can still form. If you notice moisture inside the housing, inspect the seal and dry it out to prevent long-term damage.

Inspect Connections Periodically: Ensure wiring connections remain secure, especially if you frequently ride in rough conditions. Reapply electrical tape or adjust zip ties if necessary.

Upgrading to LED headlights on the Yamaha MT09 enhances both safety and style. With improved brightness, energy efficiency, and longevity, LED headlights are a worthwhile investment for MT09 riders. By following the steps outlined here, you can enjoy a more comfortable and safer nighttime riding experience while giving your MT09 a modern, standout look on the road.

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DRORA Sign of the Grifter

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How to Take the Back Off a Fake Rolex Watch: A Step-by-Step Guide

If you own a fake Rolex watch from Luxe Replica Watche, you might find yourself in a situation where you need to access the inner workings of your timepiece. Whether you want to replace the battery, inspect the movement, or simply satisfy your curiosity, knowing how to take the back off a fake Rolex safely is essential. In this guide, we will walk you through the process step by step, ensuring you can do it without damaging your watch.

Understanding Your Fake Rolex

Before diving into the process, it's important to understand that fake Rolex watches are often made with lower-quality materials and craftsmanship than genuine ones. Therefore, they may not have the same mechanism or durability. Regardless, taking the back off a fake Rolex can be done with care and the right tools.

What You’ll Need

Watch Case Opener Tool

Soft Cloth

Small Flathead Screwdriver (if necessary)

Magnifying Glass (optional)

Step-by-Step Guide to Removing the Back of Your Fake Rolex

Step 1: Prepare Your Workspace

Find a clean, well-lit area to work on your watch. Lay down a soft cloth to protect both your watch and the surface underneath from scratches.

Step 2: Inspect the Watch Case

Take a moment to examine your fake Rolex. Most fake Rolex watches have either a screw-down back or a pop-off case back. Understanding which type you have will help you determine the next steps.

Step 3: Using a Watch Case Opener Tool

If your fake Rolex has a screw-down case back, you will need a watch case opener tool. This tool is specifically designed to grip the notches on the back of the watch:

Place the watch face down on the soft cloth.

Align the watch case opener tool with the notches on the back of the watch.

Gently twist the tool counterclockwise. You may need to apply some pressure, but be cautious not to force it, as this could damage the watch.

Step 4: Removing a Pop-Off Case Back

If your fake Rolex has a pop-off case back, the process is a bit different:

Using a small flathead screwdriver, gently insert the blade into the gap between the case back and the watch case.

Carefully pry the case back off. Work your way around the edge to avoid bending or damaging the case back.

Step 5: Inspect the Inside

Once the back is removed, take a moment to inspect the inner workings of your fake Rolex. You may notice the movement, battery compartment, or any other components that interest you.

Step 6: Replacing the Back

After you have completed your inspection or made any necessary repairs, it's time to replace the back of the watch. For a screw-down back, simply align the back and twist it clockwise until secure. For a pop-off back, gently press it back into place, ensuring it sits flush against the case.

Tips for Handling Your Fake Rolex

Always work in a clean environment to prevent dust from entering the watch.

Be gentle and avoid applying excessive force when removing or replacing the back.

If you're unsure about any step in the process, consider consulting a professional or the seller.

Conclusion

Taking the back off a fake Rolex watch doesn’t have to be a daunting task. With the right tools and a careful approach, you can access the inner workings of your timepiece. If you’re looking for quality replica watches, be sure to visit Luxe Replica Watche for a wide selection of styles that can elevate your look without breaking the bank.

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How to Replace Batteries on a Fake Rolex: A Step-by-Step Guide

If you own a fake Rolex, you know that keeping it in perfect working condition is essential for both functionality and aesthetics. One common maintenance task is replacing the battery. Just like any other watch, a fake Rolex requires a fresh battery to keep ticking. In this comprehensive guide, we will walk you through the process of replacing the battery on your fake Rolex and ensure that your timepiece continues to shine.

Why You Need to Replace the Battery

Over time, the battery in your fake Rolex will lose its charge, leading to inaccurate timekeeping or a complete stop. Regular battery replacements are crucial to ensure that your watch remains operational. While fake Rolexes are not as high-maintenance as authentic ones, they still require care to maintain their appearance and functionality.

What You’ll Need

Replacement battery (make sure to get the correct type for your model)

Small screwdriver (usually Phillips or flathead)

Plastic pry tool or case opener

Tweezers

Soft cloth to protect the watch face

Magnifying glass (optional)

Step-by-Step Guide to Replacing the Battery

Step 1: Prepare Your Workspace

Find a clean, flat surface to work on. Lay down a soft cloth to prevent scratches on your watch. Ensure you have good lighting and gather all the tools you need.

Step 2: Remove the Case Back

Using your small screwdriver, carefully remove the screws from the back of the watch. If your fake Rolex has a press-fit case back, use the plastic pry tool to gently lift it off. Be cautious not to scratch the case or damage the seals.

Step 3: Take Out the Old Battery

Once the case back is off, locate the battery. Use tweezers to gently lift the battery out of its compartment. Note the orientation of the battery (which side is positive and which is negative) as this will be crucial for inserting the new one.

Step 4: Insert the New Battery

Take your replacement battery and insert it into the compartment, ensuring that the orientation is the same as the old battery. Use the tweezers to push it down gently, making sure it fits snugly in place.

Step 5: Reattach the Case Back

Once the new battery is in place, it’s time to put the case back on. If it’s a screw-back case, carefully align the back and screw it in place. If it’s a press-fit case, press down firmly until it snaps into place. Make sure it’s secure to prevent any dust or moisture from entering the watch.

Step 6: Test the Watch

Before you conclude the process, check if your watch is functioning correctly. Set the time and observe if the hands are moving smoothly. If everything is in working order, you’ve successfully replaced the battery!

Tips for Maintaining Your Fake Rolex

Aside from regular battery replacements, here are a few tips to keep your fake Rolex in optimal condition:

Avoid Water Damage: Even if your fake Rolex is water-resistant, it’s best to avoid exposing it to water. Always check the seals before immersion.

Store Properly: When not wearing your watch, store it in a soft pouch or watch box to prevent scratches.

Regular Cleaning: Use a soft, lint-free cloth to wipe down your watch after wearing it to remove dirt and oils.

Professional Servicing: Consider having your watch serviced by a professional every few years for a thorough cleaning and maintenance.

Where to Buy Quality Fake Rolexes

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Conclusion

Replacing the battery on your fake Rolex is a simple task that can be done at home with the right tools and a bit of patience. Regular maintenance will ensure that your watch remains functional and continues to look great. For those looking to purchase a replica watch, remember to check out Luxe Replica Watche for the best selection.

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How to Take the Back Off a Rolex Replica: A Step-by-Step Guide

If you own a Rolex replica, you may find yourself wanting to access the inner workings of your watch for various reasons, whether it's for maintenance, battery replacement, or simply curiosity. In this guide, we will walk you through the process of safely removing the back of your Rolex replica. Remember, careful handling is essential to avoid damaging your timepiece.

Why You Might Want to Open Your Rolex Replica

Understanding your watch can enhance your appreciation for it. Here are a few reasons why you might want to take the back off:

Battery Replacement: If your watch runs on a battery, you may need to replace it periodically.

Maintenance: Regular maintenance can help keep your watch functioning smoothly.

Curiosity: Some watch enthusiasts simply want to see the inner mechanics of their replica.

What You Will Need

Before you begin, gather the following tools:

Case Back Opener: This specialized tool is designed to help you safely remove the case back without damaging it.

Soft Cloth: To protect the watch face while you work.

Tweezers: Useful for handling small components.

Small Flathead Screwdriver: This can help in case the back is secured with screws.

Step-by-Step Instructions

Follow these steps carefully to remove the back of your Rolex replica:

1. Prepare Your Workspace

Set up a clean, well-lit workspace where you can focus on your task. Lay down a soft cloth to protect your watch from scratches.

2. Inspect the Case Back

Before attempting to open the watch, inspect the case back for any visible screws or grooves. Some Rolex replicas have a screw-down case back, while others have a snap-on design.

3. Using the Case Back Opener

If your replica has a screw-down case back, use the case back opener. Align the tool with the notches on the back and gently turn counterclockwise. Be patient; applying too much force can damage the watch.

4. Employing the Flathead Screwdriver

For replicas with screws, use the small flathead screwdriver to remove the screws. Keep them in a safe place to avoid losing them.

5. Carefully Remove the Case Back

Once the screws are removed or the case back is loose, gently lift it off. Use tweezers if necessary to avoid touching any internal components.

6. Examine the Watch Movement

With the back off, you can now inspect the movement. Be cautious not to touch any delicate parts without proper knowledge.

7. Replace the Case Back

Once you have completed your tasks, carefully place the case back on. If it was screwed on, use the case back opener to secure it tightly. If it was a snap-on, press down gently until you hear a click.

Important Reminders

Opening your Rolex replica can void any warranties and may affect its water resistance. It's crucial to be aware of these factors before proceeding. If you're unsure or uncomfortable with the process, consider consulting a professional watchmaker.

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Conclusion

Taking the back off a Rolex replica can be a rewarding experience for watch enthusiasts. By following these steps and taking the necessary precautions, you can safely access your watch's inner workings. Always remember to handle your timepiece with care, and don't hesitate to seek professional help if needed.

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Pot Light Replacement: A Step-by-Step Guide for Homeowners

Pot lights, also known as recessed lights or downlights, are a popular choice for homeowners looking to enhance their interior spaces with sleek and modern lighting. These fixtures provide a clean, unobtrusive look and can be used to create various ambiances in any room. However, over time, pot lights may require replacement due to burnt-out bulbs, outdated styles, or wear and tear. This guide will walk you through the process of pot light replacement, ensuring a seamless transition and a beautifully illuminated home.

Understanding Pot Lights

Before diving into the replacement process, it’s essential to understand what pot lights are. Pot lights are typically installed in the ceiling, providing a flush look that doesn’t protrude into the room. They come in various sizes, shapes, and styles, making them versatile for any decor. The most common types of pot lights include standard incandescent, halogen, LED, and CFL fixtures.

Why Replace Pot Lights?

There are several reasons why you might consider pot light replacement:

Burnt-Out Bulbs: One of the most common issues with pot lights is burnt-out bulbs. Over time, bulbs can dim or stop working altogether.

Outdated Style: Lighting trends change, and you may want to update the look of your space with modern fixtures.

Energy Efficiency: Upgrading to energy-efficient LED pot lights can reduce your electricity bills and carbon footprint.

Functionality Issues: If your pot lights are flickering or not illuminating properly, it may be time for a replacement.

Step-by-Step Guide to Pot Light Replacement

Step 1: Gather Your Tools and Materials

Before starting the replacement process, gather the necessary tools and materials. Here’s what you’ll need:

New pot lights or pot light bulbs

Screwdriver (flathead or Phillips, depending on your fixtures)

Ladder (if the lights are in high ceilings)

Electrical tape

Wire connectors (if applicable)

Voltage tester (optional, but recommended for safety)

Step 2: Turn Off the Power

Safety should always be your top priority when working with electrical fixtures. Start by turning off the power to the pot lights at the circuit breaker. This ensures that you won’t accidentally electrocute yourself while working. It’s a good idea to use a voltage tester to double-check that the power is off before proceeding.

Step 3: Remove the Existing Fixture

Carefully remove the existing pot light fixture. Depending on the type of pot light you have, this may involve:

Pulling Down the Trim: If you have a trim that snaps into place, gently pull it down. If it’s secured with screws, use your screwdriver to remove them first.

Disconnecting Wires: Once the trim is removed, you will see the pot light housing. Carefully disconnect the wires by unscrewing the wire connectors. Be sure to remember which wires go where, or take a photo for reference.

Step 4: Install the New Pot Light

Once the old fixture is removed, it’s time to install the new pot light. Here’s how:

Connect the Wires: If your new pot light has different wiring, connect the wires according to the manufacturer’s instructions. Typically, you will connect the black (hot) wire to the black wire of the pot light, the white (neutral) wire to the white wire, and the green or bare wire (ground) to the grounding wire.

Secure the Connections: Once the wires are connected, use wire connectors to secure them. Wrap electrical tape around the connections for added safety.

Insert the New Fixture: Gently push the new pot light into the ceiling opening. If it has clips, make sure they engage properly to hold the fixture in place.

Attach the Trim: Finally, attach the trim piece to the pot light fixture. Depending on the model, this may involve snapping it into place or securing it with screws.

Step 5: Turn the Power Back On

Once everything is securely in place, return to the circuit breaker and turn the power back on. Test your new pot light to ensure it’s working correctly.

Pot Light Bulb Replacement

If you’re only replacing the bulb rather than the entire fixture, the process is even simpler. Here’s how to replace your pot light bulb:

Turn Off the Power: As with fixture replacement, turn off the power to the pot lights at the circuit breaker.

Remove the Trim: Gently pull down the trim to access the bulb. Depending on your pot light model, you may need to twist or unscrew the trim to remove it.

Replace the Bulb: Carefully remove the old bulb and replace it with a new one. Ensure you’re using the correct wattage and type for your fixture.

Reattach the Trim: Once the new bulb is in place, reattach the trim securely.

Turn the Power Back On: Finally, turn the power back on at the circuit breaker and test the new bulb.

Final Thoughts

Pot light replacement, whether it involves the entire fixture or just the bulb, can significantly enhance the lighting in your home. By following this step-by-step guide, homeowners can efficiently replace their pot lights, ensuring their spaces remain bright and welcoming. Whether you’re upgrading to energy-efficient LEDs or simply refreshing your decor, the right pot lights can elevate the ambiance of any room.

If you’re unsure about performing electrical work yourself, it’s always best to consult with a licensed electrician. They can provide expertise and ensure the job is done safely and correctly. With the right approach, pot light replacement can be a straightforward DIY project that enhances the beauty and functionality of your home.

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baby you can drive my car || serena & morgan

WHO: Serena Smythe @serenaxsmythe & Morgan Weston

WHERE: Vintage Car Show

WHEN: The 30th of September

WHY: Serena takes Morgan to a vintage car show, to get him distracted from not being able to work with his injured shoulder, and they go down memory lane.

NOTES: None

MORGAN:

Morgan stood in the midst of the vintage car show, the sun shining bright overhead as he admired a gleaming '68 Mustang parked nearby. He could feel the hum of excitement in the air, mingled with the scent of hot dogs from a nearby stand. It was a welcome distraction from the ache in his shoulder, still sore from moving hay bales a few days earlier. “Ain't that a beauty,” he asked her, a grin spreading across his face as he pointed at the Mustang. “That paint job is something else.” Serena had been so sweet, offering up her services to keep the tall cowboy distracted from the dull discomfort in his shoulder, and the fact that he was bored out of his mind, not being able to work. And somehow, they'd found something they had in common. “I can’t believe you actually like vintage cars,” he said, nudging her playfully. “I thought you were all about high fashion and fancy parties.”

SERENA:

As Serena stood beside Morgan, excitement bubbled within her. This outing felt different. Lighter and free from the tension of a first date. Though a flutter of nervousness danced in her stomach, it was overshadowed by the thrill of discovering their shared passion for vintage cars. She appreciated his authenticity, especially in a world where charm often concealed true motives. Her gaze landed on the Mustang, eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. “Fashion isn’t just about clothes; it encompasses design in everything, even cars. Just like a well-dressed person, a car's appearance reveals its character.” Nostalgia washed over her as she continued, “It’s a fond childhood memory. My father would insist it wasn’t a place for little girls, but I nagged him until he took me. After that first time, he couldn’t argue with me anymore.” She smiled wistfully, then snapped back to the moment. “Omg, look at that one, Morgan! I heard the Rocket 88 was the first car with a V8 engine. It started the whole muscle car craze!

MORGAN:

Morgan watched Serena light up with enthusiasm, a smile tugging at his lips. Despite the throbbing ache in his shoulder, he felt strangely content. The car show wasn’t what he would’ve originally thought of, but their common interest in it made sense. And she was being incredibly sweet. She’d brought him here to keep his mind off the injury - and damn if it wasn’t working. “When I first met ya, I didn’t take you for a car enthusiast, Serena,” he drawled, his voice low and warm. He thought back fondly on that day when her car had broken down, and it felt more like she wanted to dismiss him than anything else. Look how far they'd come! “But you’re right - cars are like people. Some got style and class; some just get you from point A to point B.” He nodded at the Mustang, then let his gaze drift back to her. “Though I’d say you’re more of a ’60s Corvette. All elegance and power rolled into one.” He watched her cheeks flush, a small victory that made him chuckle softly. Shifting his weight slightly to ease his shoulder, he tilted his head towards the Rocket 88 she pointed out. “You’ve done your homework,” he teased. “Most folks don’t know their V8s from their flatheads. Guess I’ve got myself an expert guide today.” Her excitement was contagious, and he found himself wanting to know more - more about her childhood, more about these memories she shared so openly. “Sounds like your dad knew he was raising a strong-willed daughter. Good thing he let you tag along - look how much it stuck.” With a playful grin, he leaned a little closer, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Think you can find us the best-looking car here? One that suits a couple of troublemakers like us?”

SERENA:

Serena’s cheeks heated, and she ducked her head briefly, pretending to study the Mustang they were admiring. A small, almost private smile tugged at her lips as her fingers skimmed over the soft fabric of her caramel trousers, tracing the polished line of the crease. It was as if he’d flipped a switch. She’d never tried to befriend a guy she was attracted to, but she was sure she was doing a good job so far. Fighting the butterflies was easier when it was just his low, warm voice she had to ignore. But sweet compliments? That was her undoing. Her fingers twitched as if they wanted to reach out to him. Instead, she busied them by smoothing out the bottom edge of her blouse, pushing the want down and away, refusing to let it rule her. “I might know a thing or two, but don’t go thinking I’m some expert,” she murmured, lifting her gaze back to him. “Just passionate. And I clearly don’t know much about the mechanical parts, as you might remember all too well.” Her eyes briefly darted to his shoulder, catching the subtle wince he tried to hide. He was putting up a good front, but she could see through it. Even so, the focus he kept on her, the way his voice remained so steady and warm, made it easy to forget about his pain. She shifted closer, almost unconsciously, drawn in by his presence. “A friend is the proud owner of a Rocket 88. I keep trying to buy it, but so far I’ve only managed to drive it a couple of times,” she added with a light laugh. She never had real friends, but she wasn’t about to talk about the guys she’d only slept with to Morgan. It wasn’t the first time she noticed the urge to keep that part of her life buried—like she didn’t want him to think she was sleazy. The thought disconcerted her. Why should she need validation from a guy like Morgan? She shouldn’t be ashamed of who she was. She grew up owning the world, living on her own terms with barely any parental control. But still… There was this nagging feeling that he preferred sweet, pure girls—girls who didn’t have her kind of past. The thought stung, but she pushed it away, refusing to dwell on it. His low voice was so close, making a ripple of tension run through her. She resisted the instinct to lean back into him, to fall into the warmth of his presence. Instead, she scoffed lightly and shook her head. “Troublemaker? That’s rich coming from you. You’re a good boy, Morgan. You wouldn’t even know where to start if you had to cause trouble,” she teased, a smirk playing on her lips. “But you know what? Maybe that beauty does have all the right elements for the nice guy and his troublemaker.” Her voice softened, and she glanced back at the Thunderbird, the gleam in her eyes matching the car’s chrome finish. She let her gaze linger on his for a beat longer than necessary before turning away, pretending to be engrossed in the lineup of cars once more.

MORGAN:

Morgan chuckled softly, the sound rumbling in his chest. “Good boy, huh? You sure you got the right guy?” he drawled, letting his gaze linger on Serena as she tried to bury her blush behind a playful smirk. "I used to be familiar with a few LAPD cops, I'll have you know - and not in the buddy-buddy kinda way." He adjusted his stance, trying not to grimace as his shoulder protested, and took a slow breath to refocus. The pain was a reminder of all the chaos he was still untangling himself from. “Don’t sell yourself short,” he murmured, his voice steady. “Knowing the parts doesn’t matter much when you got the heart for something.” He let the words hang between them, then nodded toward the Thunderbird she was eyeing. “And if you’re thinking that car’s just for the ‘nice guy,’ I’m here to prove you wrong.” With a grin, he shifted a little closer, brushing his fingers against her back. Just for a second. It was the lightest touch. “I could show you a little trouble, Serena. Might surprise you what this good ol’ boy is capable of.” There was a sincerity behind his teasing, a promise that hinted he wasn’t just talking about cars or stirring up trouble for show. He wanted her to see more of him - the part that wasn’t just a cowboy nursing a bum shoulder.

SERENA:

When his fingers brushed her back, her breath caught for a moment. Not enough to be obvious, but enough for her to feel it. It sent a ripple through her. “Oh, really?” Her voice dipped lower, curiosity threading through her tone as she looked up at him. The small smile tugging at her lips didn’t falter, but there was a glint in her eyes now, a challenge. “I never pictured you as the outlaw type, Morgan. But it’s cute, you trying to convince me otherwise.” Morgan chuckled softly as they walked together, the steady hum of voices and revving engines blending into the background. Serena matched his pace, steps light and unhurried. “And what kind of trouble would that be, hmm? A parking ticket or were you just jaywalking?” She shook her head, scoffing softly but not quite pulling away. “Sorry to disappoint, but I’ve been around plenty of so called ‘bad boys.’ You don’t exactly scream dangerous to me, cowboy.” The playful banter between them seemed to linger as they weaved through the crowd, making their way to the far end of the show where the driving experience area was set up. A line of eager participants stretched ahead, but Serena paid it little mind, her attention firmly on Morgan. As they approached the area, she turned to him, her gaze flickering with amusement and curiosity. “You know,” she mused, her voice dropping slightly, “now I’m tempted to see if you can back up that talk.” Her fingers brushed against the edge of his sleeve, the light touch barely noticeable but enough to set off a small thrill. With a subtle smile, she stepped even closer, just barely grazing his arm with hers. “And since I'm clearly the one driving today let’s see how much trouble you’re willing to get into,” she murmured softly. By now, they had reached the start of the driving experience. A sleek Thunderbird stood parked and waiting, and the line had moved just enough for the instructor to wave them over.

MORGAN:

Morgan’s grin widened, a hint of mischief sparking in his eyes. “You’d be surprised, Serena. Might not have that ‘dangerous’ look you’re used to, but I reckon you’ve never met a cowboy like me.” He told her with his typical thick accent. He tilted his head, studying her expression with that same steady, unhurried gaze he used when assessing a green horse. Serena was different. Confident, bold, with a flirtatious edge that kept him guessing. He could feel her watching him, that challenge still simmering in her eyes, and it made something in his chest tighten. It’d be easy to brush it off, fall back into his usual self-deprecating charm. But for once, he didn’t want to play it safe. “Let’s just say I’m good at keepin’ things under wraps.” He let his voice linger on the words, eyes never leaving hers. “But get me behind the wheel, and you might see a side of me you didn’t expect.” When they reached the Thunderbird, he hesitated for a beat, glancing at her fingers resting so lightly on his sleeve. The touch was barely there, but it set off a small, electric thrill that had the hairs on his arm stand up. He leaned down, bringing his face close enough to catch the subtle scent of her perfume - something sweet and heady that made him want to take a step closer still. “So, you’re drivin’ today, huh?” His smile turned playful, gaze flickering from her eyes to the sleek car behind them. “Alright, Serena. Show me what you’ve got.” He said, as he moved to get into it.

SERENA:

“Oh, I’ve met cowboys before, I just never wanted to be around them. So I guess we could say you’re the only one I know,” she teased, her voice laced with amusement. “And okay, I suppose I’ll have to take your word for it.” She tilted her head slightly, eyes narrowing with mock scrutiny. “I do like surprises.” As he spoke, something shifted in her posture. She stood a little straighter, leaning toward him just enough that the heat between them became palpable. The desire in her eyes deepened, her breath hitching slightly as she let herself get lost in the moment. “I wish you could show me,” she murmured, gaze dropping to his lips before flicking back to his eyes again. The words hung between them for a second but just as quickly, Serena broke eye contact, sighing softly and opening the Thunderbird door for him. “But with this shoulder, unfortunately, your inner bad boy will have to wait to spread its wings,” she continued, her tone shifting to something lighter, almost nonchalant, as she gestured toward his injured arm. “Alright,” she said, walking around to the driver’s side with a confident sway in her step. “Just don’t get too comfortable. I might be insane for all you know.” Her smile widened, a playful glint returning to her eyes. She slid into the driver’s seat, fingers brushing lightly over the steering wheel as she glanced sideways at him. “So, buckle up and hold on tight.” For a moment, she looked at him seriously, as if she were genuinely considering something. Then she laughed softly, her gaze softening. “I’m not risking your shoulder,” she admitted, then glanced at the expanse of the road ahead. “Besides, if I remember correctly, there’s a speed limit for these vintage car test drives, isn’t there? They won’t let us go over 60. Guess you’re safe this time, cowboy,” she added with a mischievous wink, her fingers drumming lightly on the steering wheel.

MORGAN:

Morgan chuckled, low and rough, shaking his head as he eased himself into the passenger seat. “Only cowboy you know, huh?” he drawled, adjusting his position to avoid jostling his shoulder. “Guess I better make a damn good impression then.” When she glanced at his lips, his breath caught. He felt that pull again - the urge to close the space between them and test just how far this flirtation would go. But he swallowed it down, trying to keep his grin from softening too much. “I think I’m the one who should be worried,” he murmured, his gaze steady on hers as he clicked his seatbelt into place. “You’ve got me buckled in and defenseless. Who knows what kinda stunts you’re gonna pull.” Her laugh was soft, the sound wrapping around him like a gentle breeze, and he found himself relaxing just a little more. He let out a mock sigh of relief at her mention of the speed limit, smirking at her sideways glance. “Sixty, huh?” He tapped his fingers idly against his knee, feigning nonchalance. “Well, that’s a damn shame. Guess we’ll have to find other ways to push each other’s limits.” He smirked, looking over at her. “Tell you what,” he said, leaning back and watching her carefully. “Let’s see how you handle this ride, and then maybe we’ll plan a trip out to the open road once I’m back to full speed.” His smile softened, a hint of something warmer glimmering in his eyes. “No speed limits. No limits at all.” With that, he settled in, his gaze lingering on her face as she focused on the car. “Go on, then. Show me what I’m in for, troublemaker.” He looked over at her, a gentle smirk resting there on his face. “I’m ready when you are.”

SERENA:

“You already did," Serena said softly, her gaze lingering on his face for a heartbeat longer than necessary before she turned away to adjust the rearview mirror. “I wouldn’t have stuck around if you hadn’t,” she added as she reached for her seatbelt. She tossed a glance his way and couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at her lips. He looked so endearing sitting there, buckled in and expectant. “Oh, you should be worried,” she teased, her voice dropping a notch lower. “If it weren’t for Sadie, I’d probably try to kidnap you and force you to take some time off that ranch.” Her lips curved into a playful smirk as she tightened the strap over her chest. “But a life of crime with a kid in tow might be a bit more than I can handle. And I’m certainly not leaving her behind.” She could feel his eyes on her, but she pretended to focus on maneuvering the heavy vehicle. She could so easily imagine pushing him to his limits right now... in all sorts of ways. She took a steady breath and focused on the road, but at his next words, she glanced sideways at him. “You just promised no limits at all… to a Smythe?” she asked, arching an eyebrow and then laughing softly, shaking her head. “You’re lucky you’ve met the mother version of me, Morgan. Old me would find it funny to shock you." He'd be so lost on how to handle her. As they pulled out of the venue, the car’s purr deepened and she carefully steered them onto the open road. The Thunderbird moved with a surprising smoothness, but it didn't have power steering, so each turn of the wheel required more effort than she let on. “This is the only thing I hate about these beauties, driving them is such an arm workout,” she muttered, flexing her fingers on the wheel with a grin. It was the first thing she changed in her personal cars. They passed rows of white picket fences and tidy craftsman style houses in silence then she glanced over at him. “So what was that talk about being familiar with LAPD cops?”

MORGAN:

Morgan raised an eyebrow, a slow grin spreading across his face as he let her words sink in. “Kidnappin’ me, huh? You’d have your hands full, I promise you that,” he teased, leaning back against the seat. “Though I reckon I wouldn’t put up too much of a fight.” But when she mentioned Sadie, his smile softened, a different kind of warmth lighting up his eyes. He hadn’t expected that - hadn’t expected her to be so upfront about her daughter, especially with someone like him. It struck him, how easy she made it sound, as if he were someone who belonged in that part of her world. “You sound like a mom who’s got her priorities straight,” he said gently, his voice carrying a note of admiration. “Can’t say I’d mind gettin’ caught in a life of crime with you two, though. Sounds like a hell of a lot more fun than mendin’ fences all day.” He said, remembering what he was doing the exact day they'd met. He glanced over at her as she maneuvered the Thunderbird out onto the road, his gaze lingering on the way her hands gripped the wheel. She looked right at home behind it, even as she complained about the arm workout. “Well, you’re making it look easy,” he murmured, smiling at her with a mix of amusement and something warmer. “Guess I can cross ‘woman who can handle a classic’ off my list of things of things to know 'bout you." When she brought up the LAPD, his grin turned wry. “Ah, that.” He rubbed the back of his neck, looking almost sheepish. “I had a bit of a wild streak when I first came out west. I was fourteen, and all I wanted, was to go back to Montana. One too many nights of raisin’ hell - nothin’ serious, just the usual: neglecting school, underage drinking, vandalism.” He shrugged lightly, glancing out the window as if he could see the past playing out on the rows of houses they passed. “I spent a few nights cooling my heels in a cell, and the local cops got to know my name. But I didn’t stick around long enough to become a real problem.” He chuckled softly, shaking his head. “Old me might’ve given your ‘shock factor’ a run for its money.” There was a pause, then he looked back at her, his expression thoughtful. “Guess we both got our stories, huh? Makes it more interesting this way.” He tilted his head, studying her profile. “So, tell me, Serena. What would the old you have done if I’d dared to promise no limits?” He leaned closer, his voice dropping low, just for her. “Because I don’t scare easy, and I’m curious what a Smythe could’ve come up with to shock a cowboy like me.”

SERENA:

Serena’s gaze softened. “You say that like it’s a bad thing,” she murmured with a wry smile. He was hot and nice to her, it was safe to say she wouldn't mind it at all. And she had no idea what she was doing, but she knew she should stop flirting. At his comment about her priorities, she nodded lightly. “Yeah, I only decided to keep her after I was sure I was ready to make her my priority,” she admitted quietly. Her fingers gripped the steering wheel, and she shifted slightly, as if wanting to drop the subject. This was getting too close to a territory she didn’t want to explore today. And so she joked, light and airy, easing back into their usual rhythm. "Oh, sweet, innocent Morgan, you clearly haven’t been around kids enough." Her eyes glinted with humor. “Here's your first lesson: before you agree to going on a run with a toddler, you’ve got to test the waters first. Like having lunch with them or coming over for dinner, you know, something that gives you a quick exit strategy if it all goes south.” They laughed and then she glanced over at him, curiosity dancing in her eyes. “Hey what else is on that list of yours? I hope no one told you I can jump higher than Michael Jordan when I see a spider.” She laughed softly. “I don’t look very sexy doing it, so definitely not one of my finest moments.” As he finished recounting a story from his youth, she shook her head, a slow smile spreading across her lips. "God, I’m starting to think there’s a reason the universe didn’t let us run into each other until now." Apparently if they’d met years ago it would’ve been a disaster. “With teenage Morgan or adult Morgan?” she asked with a teasing grin. “Actually, don’t answer. Let me think about both, this is fun.” She pulled the car to a stop because her arms were hurting and leaned back against the seat, shifting so she was facing him. “So, let’s say teenage Morgan invites Serena to some underage drinking in the back of his truck,” she started, the teasing lilt in her voice hinting at where this was going. “But, of course, she’s extra. So before he knows it, they’d be on her father’s private jet. Which she only gets it off the ground by threatening the pilot with exposing his affair with her little brother’s babysitter. The woman, naturally, wouldn’t want any attention because she’s Russian and in the country illegally. So the jet takes off and they end up at some underground party in London where she’s been invited by some creepy guy off the internet who’s clearly pushing forty.” She turned her head, eyes meeting his to gauge his reaction, expecting to see some hint of judgment. But there wasn’t any. It was Morgan. He always managed to surprise her with his acceptance. It made her heart squeeze uncomfortably, made her feel something she didn’t want to name. “Then, I’m sorry, but you’d probably be stuck in the middle of that club, currently regretting all your life choices, while I’d be off getting into some wild sex with the creepy old guy.” She smiled, a little sad, a little wistful. “But I’d come back for you, I promise. Oh, and it’s a school night, and your grandparents are the type to actually worry about you. So, you’d get grounded for three months, banned from ever seeing me again. And I’d just… go back to my empty life with my two faced friends who only stuck around because of my money. And no grounding for me, of course, because Mother would be off shooting another movie somewhere and Father would be too busy to even notice I was gone.” Her words lingered in the air, the underlying sadness of them more apparent than she intended. She shook her head, forcing herself to smile, the humor returning to her gaze. “Now, old Serena and current Morgan…” she trailed off, her gaze flickering to his lips, her thoughts racing.

If he had rejected her like he did now, a couple of years ago, she’d have gone after him like a storm. Tried to bankrupt him, spread rumors, make Puck hate him with a steady stream of lies. Hell, she’d have sought out that other woman involved with them just to tear her down too. All because she wouldn’t have been able to stand the thought of a man she didn’t even have feelings for not wanting to have sex with her after their date.

But she wouldn't say that. Poor Morgan. Puck ghosted her for a week and she didn't even know about them. She couldn't imagine the hard time Puck gave him after their date so instead, she shook her head, forcing her voice into a light, teasing tone. “The more I think about it, the more I realize, admittedly with some terror, that I’d kidnap you to force you into having fun,” she concluded, a genuine smile tugging at her lips.

MORGAN:

Morgan listened to Serena’s story with a soft smile playing at the corners of his lips, even though her words tugged at something deeper inside him. The way she framed it - wild, reckless, with an underlying sadness that she tried to hide - made him feel for her more than she probably realized. She spoke like it was all in good fun, but he could hear the loneliness in her voice, the way she masked it with humor. “Damn, you know how to paint a picture,” he said softly, watching her as she leaned back, her gaze flicking to his before drifting away again. He wasn't about to make light of his actual thoughts. “But you’re right... teenage Morgan wouldn’t have stood a chance in your world. Probably would’ve gotten grounded for a lot longer than three months. Would’ve spent those nights wonderin’ what I did wrong.” He gave her a small, lopsided grin, though his eyes softened, catching on the vulnerability she was trying to push aside. “But I’d have come back too. Even if I had to sneak outta the house just to see you.” His voice had a warm undertone, genuine, almost like he wanted to reach across and make her believe him. Morgan let out a low chuckle as she teased him about kidnapping him for fun. “Well, I guess there are worse fates than bein’ forced to have a good time. ‘Specially if it’s with you.” His grin widened as he turned to look at her more fully. “I think I’d survive whatever you’ve got planned.” There was a beat of silence before he spoke again, his voice quieter this time, more thoughtful. “Serena, you’re not that girl anymore. I mean, the one from your story. You’ve changed, and it clearly shows. I’m not sayin’ it to flatter you, it’s just what I see.” He met her gaze directly, his sincerity cutting through the teasing air between them. Morgan leaned back in his seat, his injured shoulder still aching but forgotten for the moment. “Maybe the universe kept us apart for a reason, but right now? I’m kinda glad it didn’t let us miss each other completely.” He flashed her a playful smile, softening the serious tone he’d let slip.

SERENA:

Serena felt his words sink in while she stared at the center console, suddenly finding it far more interesting than it should have been, his gentle sincerity cutting through her playful facade. Her instinct was to deflect, turn the conversation light again, but something about the way he looked at her, like he actually saw her, not just the persona she put on, made it harder to do that this time. Her lips curved into a faint smile, though her eyes softened as she met his gaze. "Well, teenage Morgan sounds like he’d have been a fun one to sneak around with," she said, the teasing lilt in her voice masking the way his words tugged at her heart. She looked away but then glanced back at him, a flicker of vulnerability crossing her features, her usual bravado giving way to something softer. "You really would’ve come back?" she asked, her voice quieter now, almost uncertain. Her eyes held a trace of surprise, like she was genuinely taken aback by the idea that after everything, teenage Morgan would have wanted to see her again. Her fingers brushed lightly over the leather seat as if grounding herself. "I mean, I used to be so... mean and God, I was always furious. I probably would've found a way to ruin it," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. When she finally met his gaze again, there was a flicker of hope in her eyes, a silent question she didn’t dare voice aloud. She wondered if, despite everything, she could have been worthy of someone like him back then. And more importantly, if she was worthy of whatever this was between them now. There was a pause, a brief hesitation as she considered his last words, the ones about her not being that girl anymore. She wanted to argue, to say that girl was still very much a part of her, lurking under the surface. But he wasn’t wrong. She had changed. "Maybe I have," she admitted, her voice quieter now, the vulnerability she usually buried surfacing for just a moment. "But there’s a part of me that’s still tempted to do some of those things. I guess not the wild party part because I don't have the energy anymore," she chuckled softly, then looked him straight in the eyes. "But I'd like to be unawarely selfish again. Teenage Serena always had what she wanted no matter how many people she would break on the way to get it." She regretted, almost instantly, letting the conversation drift into deeper, more vulnerable territory. This day was meant to be fun, a distraction from his pain. She glanced at her watch, a small smile tugging at her lips as she caught his gaze again. Her mood lightened visibly as she reached for the ignition, turning the key and bringing the engine to life. "Alright, enough of this heart to heart therapy session," she quipped, her voice playful again. "You know, if you and your damn charming and nice words keep making me do it, you'll need to charge me for emotional support." With a grin, she shifted the car into gear and glanced over at him. "We’ve still got some time and there’s something I want to show you."

MORGAN:

Morgan watched Serena closely, seeing the vulnerability she let slip through, even if she tried to cover it up with her usual teasing. It made his chest tighten a bit, knowing that behind her bold confidence was someone who had been through a lot, who was still figuring out how to let herself be seen. His smile softened as she talked about teenage Serena, and he chuckled lightly at her joke about being selfish again. "Well, I dunno about teenage you, but I’m pretty sure the Serena sittin' next to me now knows what she wants - and knows how to get it - without breakin’ people in the process." He glanced at her, his voice warm but laced with understanding. When she mentioned charging him for emotional support, he chuckled softly, shaking his head. "Hey, I didn’t mean to turn this into a therapy session," he teased, though there was a tenderness in his voice. "But if it helps, I don’t mind. Besides, I think we’re both a little guilty of peelin’ back some layers today." As the engine roared back to life and she shifted into gear, Morgan settled back into his seat, the playful mood returning between them. "Something to show me, huh?" He raised a curious eyebrow, glancing over at her with a grin. "Well, I’m all for surprises today. I’m ready to see what you’ve got up your sleeve."

SERENA:

Her hands gripped the wheel as they drove through the sun soaked streets of LA. "This place we’re going, it’s kind of a childhood thing. We spent our summers in LA before I was sent to boarding school. I haven't been back in a while, but when I saw the vintage car show was happening right around the corner... well, it seemed like the universe was pushing me. Especially considering I'd be with you of all people." She glanced at him briefly, the corner of her mouth lifting into a smirk. "But fair warning: you laugh and I’m leaving you there."

The car coasted to a stop in front of a small café tucked between other low key storefronts, the kind of place you might miss if you weren't looking. As they walked toward the entrance, she noticed Morgan glance back at the vintage car, his expression hinting at some concern. She smirked and nudged his arm lightly. “Don’t worry,” she said with a knowing grin. “I pulled a few strings. The event organizer owed me a favor, so we’re good to go. No one's going to come after us for driving it around a little longer.” She shot him a playful look, confidence radiating from her.

Inside, the café was quaint but brimming with personality. The smell of freshly brewed coffee filled the air and the walls were lined with framed photos of famous faces who had passed through over the years. As they approached the counter, a young woman probably in her early twenties looked up and smiled brightly.

"Serena?" she asked, clearly recognizing her. Serena flashed a grin, leaning on the counter. "Hey, Isabella. Your grandma still running this place or has she finally let you take over?" Isabella laughed, shaking her head. "Oh, you know her. She’ll be here till she’s 100. Let me grab her." The young woman disappeared into the back, leaving Serena to glance around the familiar surroundings. "This place hasn't changed much," she murmured, more to herself than to Morgan.

A moment later, an older woman came bustling out from the back, her face lighting up as soon as she saw Serena. "¡Mi niña!" she exclaimed, wrapping her arms around Serena in a warm, familiar hug. Serena hugged her back, laughing softly. "Hola, Abuela. Ha pasado mucho tiempo." The old woman’s eyes shifted to Morgan and her smile widened as she turned to him. "Ohh, tu esposo es muy guapo!" she said with a wink, pulling Morgan into a hug as well. Serena burst out laughing. "Not mi esposo, Abuela," she corrected, shaking her head as the old woman patted Morgan’s shoulder and grinned. "Ah, bueno, novio entonces," the woman teased and Serena shot Morgan a look, amusement dancing in her eyes. "She’s not wrong, you know. You are handsome." They chatted for a while, Abuela asking about Serena's life in LA and reminiscing about family gatherings.

As more costumers stepped in, abuela got distracted and Serena nodded toward a wall near the back of the café, motioning for him to follow. “Come on, the embarrassing part’s this way.”

As they approached the wall, she watched Morgan’s eyes flicking over the photos of celebrities: actors, musicians and other famous faces, each one framed and carefully preserved. But she stopped in front of one that was all too familiar. It showed a beaming seven year old Serena, standing front and center in an adorable cowgirl outfit, complete with a wide brimmed hat and a plaid dress. Her grin was wide, her eyes bright and behind her stood her parents, both looking amused and proud.

"Yeah," she said, groaning softly as she crossed her arms. "That’s me. Mother thought it’d be 'so cute' to dress me up for some rodeo themed event. I didn’t really have a say in it. When you're seven, your parents make all the questionable fashion choices for you." She glanced at Morgan, half expecting him to start laughing.

"I’ve been avoiding this place for years because..." She trailed off, yeah, not today Satan. Serena couldn't believe being around him now meant she wanted to tell him everything she's never told anyone. "I just figured you'd find it funny." She turned to face him fully, her expression softening. She searched his face for a reaction, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Go ahead, get it out of your system," she teased. "I know you're dying to say something."

MORGAN:

Morgan followed Serena into the café, his eyes taking in the cozy atmosphere, the old photos, and the smell of coffee that lingered in the air. He couldn't help but smile at the warm way Serena was greeted, a glimpse into a softer side of her that he hadn’t seen before. When "Abuela" hugged him, Morgan was slightly taken aback, but he let out a chuckled, feeling a little flustered but in a good way. He didn't understand what was being said between them, the most he'd learnt from his Spanish lessons in high school was 'dos cervezas por favor'. A slight blush crept up onto his face when Serena kind of translated things for him, and he cleared his throat, not exactly knowing what to say. "Gracias," he said, offering the older woman a kind smile. As Serena led him to the wall of photos, Morgan’s gaze flicked over the celebrities and framed memories, until she stopped in front of the one of her as a kid. The moment he saw it, a smile crept across his face. The sight of little Serena in that cowgirl outfit, with that big, goofy grin, was too good not to appreciate. But he could tell by the way she was bracing herself - arms crossed, groaning softly - that she was expecting him to laugh. He didn’t, though. Not in the way she thought he would. Instead, he turned to her, grinning but with a soft light in his eyes. "Damn, Serena, you were cute as hell," he said, his voice warm with a hint of teasing. "I don’t know what you’re groaning about. You look like you’re ready to take on the world in that hat." He let out a light chuckle, shaking his head. "Honestly? I think it's kinda perfect. You in a cowgirl outfit? Might be fate." He glanced back at the photo, taking it in for another moment, then looked at her, his expression gentler now. His eyes locked with hers, and his smile softened. "And hey, you pull it off better than most, even at seven."

MORGAN:

Morgan followed Serena into the café, his eyes taking in the cozy atmosphere, the old photos, and the smell of coffee that lingered in the air. He couldn't help but smile at the warm way Serena was greeted, a glimpse into a softer side of her that he hadn’t seen before. When "Abuela" hugged him, Morgan was slightly taken aback, but he let out a chuckled, feeling a little flustered but in a good way. He didn't understand what was being said between them, the most he'd learnt from his Spanish lessons in high school was 'dos cervezas por favor'. A slight blush crept up onto his face when Serena kind of translated things for him, and he cleared his throat, not exactly knowing what to say. "Gracias," he said, offering the older woman a kind smile. As Serena led him to the wall of photos, Morgan’s gaze flicked over the celebrities and framed memories, until she stopped in front of the one of her as a kid. The moment he saw it, a smile crept across his face. The sight of little Serena in that cowgirl outfit, with that big, goofy grin, was too good not to appreciate. But he could tell by the way she was bracing herself - arms crossed, groaning softly - that she was expecting him to laugh. He didn’t, though. Not in the way she thought he would. Instead, he turned to her, grinning but with a soft light in his eyes. "Damn, Serena, you were cute as hell," he said, his voice warm with a hint of teasing. "I don’t know what you’re groaning about. You look like you’re ready to take on the world in that hat." He let out a light chuckle, shaking his head. "Honestly? I think it's kinda perfect. You in a cowgirl outfit? Might be fate." He glanced back at the photo, taking it in for another moment, then looked at her, his expression gentler now. His eyes locked with hers, and his smile softened. "And hey, you pull it off better than most, even at seven."

SERENA:

Serena’s eyes stayed in the photo, her expression hovering between amusement and something more guarded. She turned to Morgan, eyebrow raised as she caught the smile tugging at his lips. "Glad the outfit’s cowboy approved." She crossed her arms, leaning one shoulder against the wall, her smirk sharp and deliberate. “Maybe one day I'll show you my equestrian phase. Riding boots, braids, the works. It was a whole thing,” she teased, her tone light but a little cutting, like she was daring him to make fun of it. She glanced at the photo again, and this time her voice softened, though her guard remained. "Mother was so beautiful. I mean, she still is, but with a few more lines around her eyes now. She keeps saying this next role will be the last time she plays anyone who’s not someone’s grandma." She chuckled, but there was an edge to it. "Guess we should just be glad she didn’t try her hand at fashion design. Could’ve been worse.” She caught Morgan’s eyes again, her smirk returning, this time tinged with something wry. “But hey, you think I pulled it off so maybe she wasn’t totally wrong after all.” When he talked about fate, she shifted her weight, flicking her fingers like she was dismissing the tension. “Anyway, we’re not here for a stroll down memory lane. Let’s grab some coffee before I get too nostalgic and you definitely start charging me for emotional support.” Just as they were moving away, Abuela bustled over with two cups of espresso on a small tray. “Para ti mi niña y tu novio guapo.” she said with a wink. Serena sipped the coffee then eyed his cup with a raised brow. "Wait, what’s your coffee order? We can swap it out if you’re not an espresso guy." She glanced over at abuela, amused. "Classic latina move, bringing food or drinks without asking what you want first. She’s known my order since forever so I’m covered, but you? Better speak up before she decides you’re a straight up black coffee drinker for life."

MORGAN:

Morgan chuckled softly at Serena’s teasing, shaking his head. “Equestrian phase, huh? I’m not sure I can picture you in braids and riding boots, but I’d bet you pulled it off, too. You seem like the type who makes everything work.” His tone was light, playful, but there was an underlying warmth, a hint that he appreciated these glimpses into her past, no matter how sharp her smirk might be. When her voice softened, and she spoke about her mother, Morgan caught the edge in her chuckle. He knew that tone well - it was the sound of someone trying to brush past something that mattered more than they were letting on. He didn’t press, though. He just listened, nodding slightly as she joked about her mother’s potential fashion career. “Could’ve been worse,” he echoed, his smile gentle. “But I think you turned out alright, cowgirl outfit and all.” As her Abuela bustled over with the espresso, Morgan had no clue what was being said, but he accepted the the espresso with a polite nod, grateful for it, though he couldn’t help grinning when Serena ribbed him about his coffee order. “Espresso’s fine,” he said, taking a cautious sip. The strong, bitter taste hit his tongue and he winced, though he tried to play it off. “Alright, maybe it’s a little intense for me, but I can handle it.” He leaned in slightly, lowering his voice like he was sharing a secret. “But if she brings out anything stronger than this, I might need your help bailing me out.” The playfulness in his voice masked some of the tension still lingering in his chest - the weight of everything with Puck, with Eva - but being here with Serena, laughing and teasing like this, made it all feel a little lighter. For now, at least.

SERENA:

Serena let out a laugh. "Trust me, it wasn’t glamorous. More falling off horses than gracefully riding them. But yeah, I totally pulled off the boots." She shrugged, her smile widening, enjoying how easy Morgan was to talk to. "I hated it, mother forced me, but four classes later I managed to convince father I should do swimming classes instead. Which I also didn't like, but at least it didn't involve horses." She watched him take a sip of the espresso, catching his wince. Her smirk deepened. "Tough guy, huh? You’re lucky she didn’t bring out the real stuff. Abuela’s got some secret stash of liquor that I swear could take paint off a wall." Serena paused, the word "abuela" lingering on her lips. She tilted her head, reconsidering something, and then added more casually, "She’s not actually my grandmother, you know. She’s my mom’s aunt. I started calling her 'abuela' the minute we met when I was three or something and no one bothered to correct me until years later. Turns out, my biological grandma died when I was a baby." She finished her espresso and straightened up, her eyes flicking back to Morgan. "Anyway, we better get going. This is gonna kick in and I’ll be bouncing off the walls. You'll want me busy with something then." She joked, pushing herself off the counter and giving him one last playful glance as she walked to the back to say goodbye to abuela. Of course, the old woman came out to bid farewell to Morgan too, while Serena chatted briefly with Isabella. When they finally started to make their way back to the car, Serena glanced at Morgan with a small, amused smile. "Abuela said you have kind eyes, but I should be careful anyway."

MORGAN:

Morgan couldn’t help but chuckle at Serena’s laugh and her playful description of her equestrian days. The image making him grin. "I'm sure ya could still pull off those types of boots." Was he flirting? Absolutely. He raised an eyebrow at the mention of the espresso, glancing down at the small cup like it might bite him. “This stuff could probably knock me out for a week,” he admitted with a wry smile. “I think I’ll pass on the secret stash. I’ve survived a lot, includin' homemade moonshine, but something that could take paint off a wall? I’m not sure about that one.” Her explanation about "abuela" softened his expression. He could see the subtle shift in her demeanor, the way she spoke a little more thoughtfully. “Makes sense,” he said quietly, his voice carrying the same casual tone she’d used. “Doesn’t matter if she’s not your actual grandmother. She’s family, and that’s what counts.” Morgan finished his espresso with a small grimace and followed her lead as they left the café, catching the warm farewell from the older woman. He smiled, not entirely sure what she had said, but catching the friendly tone. “Gracias,” he muttered again awkwardly, though he knew his pronunciation was off. Serena probably caught it. As they walked toward the car, he shot her a sidelong glance, amused by her last comment. “Kind eyes, huh?” He shook his head with a small smile. “Guess I’ll take that as a compliment. Though, knowing my luck, she’s probably right to tell you to be careful.” His tone was light, but there was a flicker of something more behind his words - a hint of his own guardedness, the weight of his recent heartbreak lingering just beneath the surface. He opened the car door for her with his good hand. “So, what’s next on the agenda? I’ve already survived espresso and abuela. You’re not planning on testin' me with anymore death traps, are you?” His smile turned playful, the tension between them easing as they settled back into their banter.

SERENA:

Serena couldn't help but laugh at the look Morgan gave his cup. God helped her, but the only word in her mind for it was cute. “Yeah, Latin distilled beverages have a way of being on another level,” she said, a playful glimmer in her eyes. “The day I tried Cachaça was the day I realized maybe I don’t need to taste everything to know I don’t like it.” She chuckled, shaking her head at the memory. “But I loved Caipirinha. It’s sweet and girly,” she added with a wink. However, her smile faded slightly as he spoke, his lighthearted tone contrasting the heaviness she felt inside. “Oh, it has nothing to do with you,” she replied quickly, fully aware that her attraction to Morgan was as obvious as the sun. Deep down, she recognized the potential for things to end badly and abuela’s instincts were as sharper as her own. “Always quite the gentleman,” she said, stepping closer to him, her gaze locking onto his. The world around them blurred and for a moment all she could focus on was the warmth in his eyes. She had half a mind to joke about how he’d need to be fully healed for the other adventures she had in mind, but the weight of her thoughts shifted. “You’re a good person, Morgan,” she said, her voice softening as she reached out. “Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise, okay?” She squeezed his hand, the sudden urge to hug him washing over her again, and then slid into the car.

MORGAN:

Morgan smiled at Serena’s laugh, feeling the warmth of her amusement lift the air between them. “Cachaça, huh?” he said, raising an eyebrow. “I’ll take your word for it. Sounds like one of those ‘once is enough’ kind of deals.” Her playful mention of Caipirinha earned a chuckle from him. But the moment shifted when she moved closer, her words hitting something deeper than the lighthearted banter they’d been trading. He felt her gaze steady on him, and for a second, the world outside the car, the café, even the pain in his shoulder, faded into the background. There was something in the way she looked at him, something that made it harder for him to brush off her comment like he would have with anyone else. When her hand found his, he froze for a moment, surprised by the sudden softness in her voice. 'You’re a good person, Morgan.' The words hit him harder than he expected. A part of him wanted to pull away, to deflect like he usually did, but the sincerity in her eyes held him there. “Thanks, Serena,” he murmured, his voice quieter than usual. He felt the urge to say more, to tell her how much he appreciated her, how much her presence these past few days had helped, but the words stuck in his throat. As she slipped into the car, he lingered outside for a beat, taking a deep breath before joining her. “Alright,” he said, sliding into the passenger seat with a soft grunt, his shoulder still reminding him he wasn’t at full strength. “What’s next on the agenda? ‘Cause after all this, I feel like I owe you a proper thank you - maybe even something that doesn’t involve near-death espresso experiences.” He shot her a grin, hoping to lighten the mood, but his heart was still caught in the warmth of her words.

SERENA:

Serena felt her heart pounding in her chest, the rapid beat unsettling her more than she'd like to admit. She quickly blamed it on the espresso, but... Touching Morgan had sparked something deep inside her and the sudden intensity of it annoyed her. Intensely. She should just call Puck and ask to fuck his boyfriend so she could get it out of her system, but she knew since she started acting like a boring adult this was the real world and that would lead to far worse consequences than the constant undercurrent of tension she was feeling. She stole a glance at Morgan, keeping her expression as neutral as possible. "I don’t know, what do you want to do now?" she asked, her voice steady. "We could check out the parts and accessories they’re selling for vintage cars if you're looking for something. And there's this band called The Retro Tones playing at the main stage in half an hour." She paused, her attention momentarily shifting to the road as she guided the car, her hands tightening on the wheel to navigate a tricky curve. "There’s also a restoration workshop coming up where they show how they bring these old cars back to life." A broad grin spread across her face. "Or we could stick around for the awards, my favorite part. They’ll be handing out trophies to the best cars and you might even get to vote for your top pick." Her gaze drifted to his injured shoulder, concern flickering across her face. "But maybe the agenda should be getting you home to rest, Morgan. You think you can handle more or are you ready to call it quits?" When they arrived back at the vintage car show, Serena tossed her hair over her shoulder, scanning the scene. The familiar hum of engines and chatter filled the air. “I need some water,” she announced, pointing toward a nearby vendor before shooting Morgan a quick glance. "Are you hungry? They’ve got food trucks here: burgers, tacos, fancy hot dogs and those absurd nachos that come loaded with everything you can imagine. Fancy anything?"

MORGAN:

Morgan noticed the way Serena kept her eyes on the road, her tone steady but a little too controlled. He could feel the tension between them simmering beneath the surface, though she did a good job of pretending it wasn't there. He appreciated the distraction she offered, rattling off options for the rest of the day, but he couldn’t help but sense that there was more going on behind her calm exterior. "I don’t mind checking out the parts and accessories,” he replied, leaning back in his seat with a small grin. “You never know, I might be able to find somethin' for one of my many projects." He caught her concern as it flickered toward his shoulder. It was a sweet gesture, though he wasn’t about to admit it was starting to ache more than he let on. “I’ll be fine, don’t worry,” he assured her, his voice softer now. When Serena tossed her hair and started walking toward the vendor, he fell into step beside her, his gaze sweeping across the rows of classic cars gleaming in the sun. “I’m up for whatever, really. I don’t think I’ve ever been to a car show this big before, so might as well make the most of it while we’re here.” He glanced at her, catching the way the sunlight danced in her hair. “And as for my shoulder, well, I’d say it’s holding up pretty well. Got you to thank for keeping me entertained, after all.” He let out a breath, the lightheartedness in his voice masking the weight of his own thoughts. The truth was, being around Serena was easy, but it stirred something in him too. There was an attraction there, one he couldn’t ignore, but also a complexity he wasn’t ready to unpack. "Let's share some of those fun nachos," he suggested, giving her a smirk to see if she'd be up for it. "Then, we can take a look around, and if we’re still here when the band plays, well, maybe we’ll catch a few tunes." He shot her a grin, the tension between them still simmering but kept just beneath the surface.

SERENA:

Serena walked beside Morgan, her eyes scanning the array of gleaming vintage cars. She caught the easy grin he wore, but she had spent enough time perfecting the art of masking her own tension so it was possible to recognize it in others. She could sense his shoulder was bothering him more than he let on and she wasn’t sure how long he intended to keep pretending it wasn’t. “Honestly,” she began after a moment, her voice thoughtful now, “I think this is one of the biggest car shows in America. We were lucky it was happening nearby. I mean, we could use Father’s private jet to go anywhere, but I don’t know if you'd trust me after I left teen Morgan by himself in London.” She laughed, glancing over at him, and then catching the way he was looking at her. For a split second, the tension between them felt palpable. As they walked, the crowd thickened, the hum of conversation and distant engines filling the space between them. Serena felt the pull of Morgan’s presence beside her, the ease of it and yet there was that familiar undercurrent too… attraction, curiosity, the unspoken tension she was trying not to dwell on. "One nacho and water, please," she said when they reached the food truck. Turning back to him, she asked, “What are you drinking?” When they got their order, Serena eyed the nachos but didn’t seem entirely committed to the idea of eating them. After a brief pause though, she reached for one, plucking a chip from the pile with a laugh. “Hope you don’t mind. I can't finish a whole one, so maybe I'll just steal a couple from yours.” They found a table nearby, the sun warming the pavement underfoot. Serena nibbled at the nacho she’d taken, leaning back in the chair casually.

MORGAN:

Morgan walked beside Serena, the vibrant energy of the car show buzzing around them, but his mind was only half-focused on the gleaming vintage cars. He could feel her eyes on him, and while he appreciated her concern, he didn’t want to dwell on his shoulder. “I’m fine,” he reassured her with a soft smile, trying to mask the twinge that shot through him with each movement. Her laughter broke through his thoughts, and he couldn’t help but smile back. “Oh, come on, that was ages ago,” he replied, playing into the made-up scenario, shaking his head. “I’ve forgiven you for that one.” He chuckled. As they moved deeper into the crowd, the tension between them felt almost electric. Morgan couldn’t shake the feeling that he was teetering on the edge of something - something he was unsure he was ready for, especially after everything that had gone down with Eva and Puck. But Serena was a distraction he needed, even if it complicated things further. When she ordered the nachos, he raised an eyebrow, a playful grin creeping onto his face. “You know, that sounds like a great way to share.” He grinned and picked up a drink from the vendor, watching her as she plucked a chip from the pile. It was a simple gesture, but it felt significant, like a bridge being built between them. They found a table in the sun, and he took a moment to let the warmth sink in, letting it distract him from the ache in his shoulder and his heart. He took a bite of his nacho, savoring the cheese and jalapeños, and shot her a sideways glance. “So, stealing chips is your strategy for making friends, huh?” Her laughter was contagious, and for a moment, he let himself forget about the weight of the past. “You know, I think we might just make a decent team,” he said, feeling lighter. As they settled into the rhythm of conversation, Morgan found himself wishing that this moment could stretch on forever, and it was all thanks to her. "Thank you for doin' this, Serena. I've had an amazing time with you."

SERENA:

When he thanked her, there was something genuine in his tone that made her pause. Serena felt the warmth of the sun on her skin, the laughter in the air and for a brief moment she wished this day would never end. “Don’t get used to it,” she said lightly, though her gaze softened. “But… yeah. Who’d have thought babysitting a grown man could be so funny?” She smirked, teasing, then sighed, feeling a tug in her chest. “Yeah, I’m having a good time too.” The easy banter between them continued as they ate, talking and laughing like it was second nature. Despite the unspoken tension that lingered beneath the surface, the moment felt effortless, comfortable. She barely touched the nachos, though, picking at a few chips while Morgan enjoyed the rest. When he finished, she casually pulled out her phone and checked the event’s program. “Looks like the booth for the car parts is over there,” she said, pointing in the distance before checking the event map again. “Hey, I know the vendor. Father buys stuff from them back in New York. Tommy’s Vintage Auto Supplies. Ever heard of them?” When they arrived at the booth, Serena took a look at it and said, "Charming mix of rustic and polished." There was an old wooden table covered with chrome parts, leather wrapped steering wheels, vintage emblems and gleaming hubcaps. Metal racks behind the table displayed retro car radios, classic gearshift knobs and vintage license plate frames. The air smelled faintly of oil and leather, the unmistakable scent of a car lover’s paradise. Serena’s eyes lit up as they landed on a sleek, polished steering wheel with a wooden grip. “Oh, look” she said, showing him. “I’ve always liked the feel of a Nardi Classic. I think they were the gold standard back in the day.” She stepped aside to let him get a better look, her gaze shifting to a vintage hood ornament shaped like a leaping jaguar. She laughed softly. “I think this should come with a warning label."

MORGAN:

Morgan chuckled at her teasing, shaking his head as he finished the last of the nachos. “Yeah, well, I’ve always been a handful,” he replied with a grin, though the warmth in his chest from her words was hard to shake. As they strolled toward the booth, Morgan’s eyes wandered over the vintage parts on display. The rustic setup, the smell of leather and oil, it all had a familiar comfort to it. “Can’t say I’ve heard of 'em, but this is impressive.” He tilted his head thoughtfully, running a hand through his beard. When Serena pointed out the Nardi Classic steering wheel, his smile grew. She had an eye for quality, and it was clear she wasn’t just throwing around car terms to impress him. “You’ve got good taste,” he said, running his fingers over the smooth wooden grip. “That’s craftsmanship right there. Definitely the gold standard. Wouldn’t mind getting my hands on one of these for my truck someday.” As she moved aside, giving him space to check out the parts, Morgan found himself glancing at her more than the shiny chrome and vintage gearshift knobs. The way her eyes lit up when she spoke, the way she seemed so comfortable in her own skin - it made him forget, even for a moment, the ache in his shoulder and the mess he was trying to untangle in his mind. When she laughed at the leaping jaguar hood ornament, he let out a low chuckle. “Yeah, that thing’s got trouble written all over it. Can’t imagine anyone needing to drive that fast, but I bet it makes you feel like you’re about to race in the Grand Prix.” He gave her a playful nudge with his elbow. He took a step back, taking in the entire booth before his eyes settled back on Serena. There was something about the easy banter, the way she seemed to get him without trying too hard. He didn’t expect this kind of connection today - hell, he wasn’t even sure he was ready for it. But the more time he spent with her, the more it felt like maybe this was exactly what he needed, even if it came with complications.

SERENA:

Serena’s heart skipped a beat when he complimented her taste. It was something she took pride in, so hearing it from Morgan hit differently. She turned to him with a slow smile, trying to downplay how much it actually meant. "Well, I’d hope so. I don’t settle for second best." As he kept talking, she pictured how perfect that Nardi steering wheel would look in his truck. She started scheming then, trying to think how she could buy it now without Morgan noticing so she could surprise him later. When he nudged her, she let out a light laugh, feeling heat spread through her body. Jesus Christ, get a grip, she thought. The tension between them had been humming under the surface all day and now even this small, innocent contact felt almost too much to handle. She could feel herself leaning in, even though she knew better, her breath hitching for just a second when their hands brushed. "I had a friend in college like that," she said, her voice lighter than she felt. "He was fun, but I had to stop hanging out with him because I was legit afraid for my life. Guy drove way too fast, always miles above the speed limit." As they continued checking things around, her eyes landed on a part she couldn’t place. It looked like a complicated, intricate piece of machinery. She leaned in, furrowing her brow as she studied it. "What is this?" She turned to Morgan with a half smile, genuinely curious but stumped. Her dad had exposed her to enough cars over the years so she thought she knew her way around an engine.

MORGAN:

Morgan caught the shift in Serena's smile, and it tugged at something deep in him. There was a spark in her eyes that made him feel like the whole world could slow down for a second, just the two of them standing there, surrounded by car parts and chrome. He chuckled softly, shaking his head when she mentioned not settling for second best. “I can see that,” he said, his voice low but warm. “You’ve got high standards - nothing wrong with that.” But when their hands brushed, he felt that familiar pull, the one he’d been trying to ignore since they’d arrived. The simple touch sent a jolt through him. Morgan glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, catching the slight hitch in her breath, the way she seemed to be leaning just a little closer. It would’ve been so easy to close that space between them, to give in to the tension that had been simmering beneath the surface all day. But he couldn’t, not yet. His heart was still tangled up in knots from the mess with Puck and Eva, and diving into something with Serena before he’d sorted himself out wouldn’t be fair. He forced a chuckle, focusing on her story instead. “Yeah, sounds like your friend didn’t have much of a sense of self-preservation. I had a buddy like that back home - never knew when to slow down," he said, shaking his head at the memory. “Had he caught teen Morgan living in L.A., it would've been a different story, but I guess I’m more of a steady pace kinda guy these days.” Morgan grinned at her confused look. it was half curiosity, half frustration. A look that he found way too endearing. He leaned in a little, taking a closer look at the piece of machinery. “Ah, that’s a carburetor,” he said, his voice casual as he pointed to it. “Regulates the fuel and air going into the engine. Old-school tech. Not as common these days with fuel injection, but folks restoring vintage cars love 'em. Adds that classic touch.” He glanced at her, his grin softening. “Looks like your dad taught you well, though. You’ve got a good eye for this stuff.” There was a warmth in his voice, admiration that he didn’t bother hiding this time.

SERENA:

Serena listened as Morgan explained the carburetor, her eyes narrowing with mock attentiveness before she smirked at how seriously he went on about it. She couldn’t resist breaking the moment. “Oh, Professor Morgan, no need to try so hard,” she mocked in a girly voice, tilting her head slightly, a teasing grin tugging at her lips. “We never listen to anything you say, we only attend your class because you’re sexy.” She laughed softly, and moved on to the next display. As they checked the accessories, her mind wandered. She was getting carried away now and she had to remind herself of her priorities. Puck came first. Normally that would mean cutting Morgan off before this went any further. Yet, there was something about him... He wasn’t just anyone anymore. She wanted him around, even if it meant fighting her own desire all the time. It wouldn't take too long for her to meet someone else to be stupidly attracted to, anyway, she was sure of that. And then she'd definitely move on. They continued through the exhibit, checking some polished vintage hubcaps, vintage steering wheel knobs and classic leather driving gloves. They should’ve been what caught his eye, but when Serena glanced over, he was looking at her. Subtlety, clearly, wasn’t their game. She stopped by a table lined with more polished vintage parts and accessories, her eyebrow arching playfully. “You see anything you like?" Ok, so she wasn't helping herself here. "I mean, anything you need for your projects?” she asked then, her eyes sliding toward him with an amused look.

MORGAN:

Morgan couldn’t help but chuckle when Serena teased him about the carburetor, shaking his head with a small smile. “Oh, is that right?” he drawled, playing along with her mockery, though his cheeks turned into a deep shade of red. He didn't do compliments very well, that was for sure. “Well, in that case, I’ll be sure to keep the lectures to a minimum. Wouldn’t want to ruin my sexy professor image.” He winked, but there was a quiet humor in his eyes, a warmth that came from the easy rhythm they’d found together today, and a slight hesitation in his voice, not exactly knowing if it was the right response to such a statement. As they moved through the exhibit, he tried to keep his focus on the parts in front of him - steering wheels, hubcaps, and all the polished chrome. But every time his gaze drifted, it found its way back to Serena. The way she moved, the way she laughed - there was something magnetic about her, something that pulled him in, even when he knew he should be keeping his distance. After all, he was still reeling from his breakup with Puck and Eva, still trying to sort through all the emotions that mess had left behind. Jumping into something new wasn’t supposed to be on the agenda. But here he was, caught in the gravitational pull of Serena Smythe, unable to stop himself from looking at her when he should’ve been checking out the vintage car parts. When she asked if he saw anything he liked, there was no mistaking the playfulness in her tone, the challenge in her gaze. Morgan raised an eyebrow, his lips curving into a slow grin. He knew what she was doing, and part of him wanted to play along, to lean into the flirtation and see where it went. “I see a lot of things I like,” he replied, his voice casual but with a hint of something deeper. His eyes met hers, lingering for a beat longer than necessary before he glanced back at the table. “But as for what I need? Well, that’s a little trickier.” His tone was light, but there was an undertone of meaning that neither of them could ignore. He wasn’t just talking about car parts anymore. He reached for one of the polished leather driving gloves, running his fingers over the smooth surface before setting it back down. “These are nice,” he said, his voice quieter now, as if the weight of the moment had settled between them. “But I think I’ve already got everything I need. I'm just not sure what I’m looking for right now.” Morgan leaned back, catching her gaze again. There was a spark there, something unspoken but unmistakable. But he wasn’t ready to step into that space, not yet. It was too soon, and his heart was still too raw. “I appreciate you dragging me out here,” he added after a moment, his tone softening. “I needed this. Not just the cars, but the company. You’ve got a way of making things feel lighter, Serena.”