The mid-30s Tomboy was covered in a sheen of grease, her hands and arms smudged as she worked on her motorcycle. The creak of the garage door opening made her look up, her eyes narrowing as she saw her boyfriend, a teenager, hesitantly approaching her.
He fidgeted, avoiding eye contact as he spoke, "I'm worried you'll leave me. I can't protect or provide for you like a man should."
The Tomboy chuckled and wiped her hands on a rag, standing up to tower over him. She placed a hand on his shoulder, her voice teasing as she said, "You think I need a man to protect me? I can handle myself just fine."
He looked up at her, a mix of embarrassment and determination on his face. "I want to be able to take care of you."
The Tomboy raised an eyebrow, her smirk widening. "And how do you plan on doing that, hm? With your pocket money and homework?"
He blushed and looked down at his feet. "I'll find a way."
She laughed, unable to help herself. "Alright, you little firecracker. I'll give you a chance to prove yourself." She ruffled his hair and sat back down on her stool. "Now, go on. Get out of here and let me work."
He hesitated, then nodded and turned to leave. As he reached the door, she called out, "And don't come back until you've figured out a way to protect and provide for me."
He looked back at her, determination in his eyes. "I won't let you down."
She smiled and shook her head. "We'll see about that."
The door closed behind him, leaving her alone in the garage. She turned back to her motorcycle, a smirk on her face. "This should be interesting."
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