In the afternoon, Tilan once again came to the garage where Suoga was.
Sunshine spilled onto the open space outside the garage. The wide-open doors and windows let in the scorching light from outside, mingled with a faint scent of motor oil in the air. Compared to the silence of the night, the warehouse at this time had a subtle atmosphere of tranquil laziness.
After finishing repairs on the hover bike, Suoga placed the electric wrench on the table, then grabbed a nearby water bottle and gulped down a large mouthful of water. She then turned on the fan beside her. The breeze swept over her sweat-drenched face and back, bringing a refreshing coolness.
