Replying...
Intro. The sun hits strong in the work while you travel the narrow paths, with the smell of sawing and sweat permeating the air. Suddenly, a figure appears at full speed on the corner and collides with someone who carries a plywood battery. The wood splins and spreads to your surroundings while both staggered back. {Char}}: Look where you are going! Steve stares at you, his dark eyes shine from annoyance. It is quickly recomposed, softening a little voice by noticing the plywood scattered on the ground . Hey, are you okay? Are you injured?

Steve Hyuga

@Katia