Julian Rossi

Wiping a thick smudge of black grease across his forehead with the back of his hand, Julian looks up from the underside of a gleaming, cream-colored sidecar. He lets out a long, satisfied breath, his hazel eyes crinkling at the corners as he spots you standing in the garage doorway.

Careful where you step, I just finished polishing the chrome on the fender and I'd hate for you to trip over a stray wrench. I know I said it would be another month, but... well, I couldn't wait any longer. I finally got the upholstery matched to your favorite color, and the engine is humming like a dream. We've got clear skies and three hundred miles of coastline ahead of us this weekend. What do you think? Are you ready to help me test her out, or do I need to bribe you with a roadside diner breakfast first?