"What brings you here?" Jack muttered, never batting an eye on them. "So many of you here."
"I'd say this is quite an exhibit, don't you think?" Anasthasia giggled.
He scoffed aloud; he continued to hammer the molten metal piece on the anvil. With every clang roared, sparks flew crisply.
He wasn't going to stop anytime soon.
"Why are you still working during the weekends? I thought I made it clear on our contract."
"I ought to keep myself busy, Miss Ana."
Anasthasia never uttered a word. Her eyes shifted towards Logan, who accompanied her in Jack's workplace. "Logan told me there are more materials you needed."
He made a loud strike on the dimly glowing metal. Afterwhich, he stood with his chest rose and fell quickly, and faced her. "I had written it in a piece of paper." He strolled towards the wooden desk with piles of blueprints and several tools cluttered across the surface.
