'Let's start the fun, I guess,' Mathew thought, pulling his hand out from between Leila's legs and pushing her off his lap before standing up.
He wasn't rough with the girl at all, but it would be wrong to call his actions gentle either. Just what one would expect from a man who didn't really care for the girls he was doing.
"It's nice to see you in good health," Mathew said while throwing a long look at the doors Peter just crossed. He allowed his look to linger for a short while before finally pulling his eyes and directing them toward the content of the cart.
It was an average pushcart, something Mathew saw many times on many different sites of construction or renovation. As such, it wasn't the pushcart itself that got his attention but its content.
"That's quite a… lot of the cores," Mathew said in a slightly dissatisfied voice. 'But there isn't anywhere near enough of them. Not when taking into account how long they had to collect them.'
