Tossing her helmet to the ground she shook her head to move her hair out of her face, she stopped and smiled at him. His idea rounded hers out. Quietly she moved to the spare container, marked it before dragging one of the crates to “her” container and frantically shoved the trash into it before taking his can and perfectly marking it with the mark of the Timberwolves. It wasn’t hard and she figured it would help him out. She began divvying up the items some crates she noted were the same so she simply drug the empty crate to her container and then refilled it and popped the crate lids back on, crooked nails and all.
The job was hot and sweaty; she pulled her arms from the sleeves of her thick jumper and tied them about her slender waist. Her upper torso was covered in a black tank, her arms sported muscles but it was not at all out of place with the job she performed. She tried not paying him too much attention, since when she let her mind wander she lost it. She felt his eyes on her every once in a while and it made her blush though she refrained from catching him, though when she did look at him she couldn’t help but smile. Crates that had only one of the items were spilt and thankfully, had enough crates to place the items in. mostly all were parts from what she could see.
She only fell into one of the crates, to get a spark plug that fell off an engine she was transferring. She wasn’t sure if he was, she was in the front and he in the back. Climbing out she stopped and watched him work. The muscles in his arms bunched and relaxed with each move of the pry bar. He was kind, most other members of his team would have left her face down in the snow and stepped over her laughing their ass off. Hell, most of her team members would have done that. Shaking her head she wandered to her container, things were slowly taking shape and it was nice. Stretching she heard the murmur of voices heading their way and then off again.
Looking up to, the sky she realized lunch would be soon. Moving back through the crate she smiled, “Lunch is coming up… should we work through it or finish later. I honestly don’t think my team will miss me and I have a few granola bars in my bag.” She leaned her crow bar against her shoulder with one hand while the other wiped across her brow. Looking over the items in the crate, she could have let him have it, but working together was nice too and they still had many things to transfer and she wasn’t sure if they could do it all. If she went back, she could ask Rally for his help.
The job was hot and sweaty; she pulled her arms from the sleeves of her thick jumper and tied them about her slender waist. Her upper torso was covered in a black tank, her arms sported muscles but it was not at all out of place with the job she performed. She tried not paying him too much attention, since when she let her mind wander she lost it. She felt his eyes on her every once in a while and it made her blush though she refrained from catching him, though when she did look at him she couldn’t help but smile. Crates that had only one of the items were spilt and thankfully, had enough crates to place the items in. mostly all were parts from what she could see.
She only fell into one of the crates, to get a spark plug that fell off an engine she was transferring. She wasn’t sure if he was, she was in the front and he in the back. Climbing out she stopped and watched him work. The muscles in his arms bunched and relaxed with each move of the pry bar. He was kind, most other members of his team would have left her face down in the snow and stepped over her laughing their ass off. Hell, most of her team members would have done that. Shaking her head she wandered to her container, things were slowly taking shape and it was nice. Stretching she heard the murmur of voices heading their way and then off again.
Looking up to, the sky she realized lunch would be soon. Moving back through the crate she smiled, “Lunch is coming up… should we work through it or finish later. I honestly don’t think my team will miss me and I have a few granola bars in my bag.” She leaned her crow bar against her shoulder with one hand while the other wiped across her brow. Looking over the items in the crate, she could have let him have it, but working together was nice too and they still had many things to transfer and she wasn’t sure if they could do it all. If she went back, she could ask Rally for his help.