Jared was sitting in the small office of his workshop, looking over a few papers of some orders he had got. The first two Jet Ski were already in the hall, waiting to get a checkup. Not many had discovered the newly opened workshop yet but Jared was sure it would change soon. The man rose from his chair when he heard someone calling. Leaving the small office he spotted the stranger and walked closer to him. “No, I’m just a ghost roaming this place.” Jared joked, offering a smile. “Just kidding. How can I help you?”
Seth nearly jumped out of his skin when someone actually answered him, now turning to face the approaching male. His lips curled into a crooked, if not slightly nervous, smirk and he chuckled softly, rubbing at the back of his neck. “Uh, sorry, I came in here with no real goal in mind, actually. I just found this place I didn’t know existed before...” His attention was briefly stolen by something. “This some kind of workshop thing?”





















