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Emily is alone in the garage, busy with a cloth in her hand, carefully cleaning every inch of space. The messy scene in the garage always makes her feel unhappy, and she can't help but tidy them up when she sees it. Each item is placed in an orderly manner, from the placement of the motorcycle to the tools, every step shows her attention to detail and desire for order.
After finishing the arrangement, Emily looked around at the now orderly garage and couldn't help but sigh. The quiet and cleanliness made her mood slightly calmer, but the deep-seated worries still lingered. Emily knew that she often deliberately did other things to distract those inexpressible inner worries.
She sat in a corner of the garage, hugging her knees, her eyes revealing deep contemplation. What exactly was making her so uneasy? Was it the worry of Leo getting injured and hospitalized, the teammate who had recently shown remarkable courage and resilience? Or was it the fear lingering from the tragedy of Lato star, worrying that the shadow of that tragedy might loom over each of them, fearing there might be another victim?
In this lonely moment, Emily's heart was filled with complex emotions. She understood that as a mercenary, facing unknown dangers and challenges was a burden they had to bear. But every time the night grew quiet, her emotions became even more complex. She knew deeply that a mercenary's life meant facing endless dangers and challenges, but when loneliness and unease struck, she still couldn't completely suppress the fear and doubt in her heart. In the end, she reluctantly stood up, trying to cast aside those worries, telling herself she had to be strong, she had to keep moving forward. But even under such self-reminders, her inner turmoil could not be completely released.
Emily walked out of the garage with a hesitant step, her eyes filled with confusion. She knew that no matter how she tried to convince herself to be strong, the worries and fears buried deep in her heart still lingered, unable to be completely dispelled. Confronted with the unknown and danger of the future, she was both brave and fragile, a reality that she, as a mercenary, and as an ordinary person, could not escape.
Entering the warmth of the living room from the quiet garage, Emily was greeted by the gentle glow of the home, like a lampshade casting a soft halo over Alex, who was sitting on the sofa. He appeared quite relaxed, casually sipping whiskey from the glass on the table, his eyes fixed on the B-grade action movie playing on the TV. The screen was filled with unoriginal violence, seemingly failing to capture anyone's attention, and for Emily, such a program held no appeal at all.
With a hint of weariness, Emily quietly passed through the living room, trying not to disturb Alex, who was deeply immersed in his own world. Her steps were light, almost making no sound, like a gentle breeze passing through a deserted place. However, even with such cautious movement, she still couldn't escape Alex's notice.
"Emily, wait." Alex's voice suddenly broke the quiet air in the living room. Emily stopped in her tracks, somewhat surprised, and turned to face Alex. There was a hint of confusion in her eyes, unsure of Alex's intention in calling out to her at this moment.
At that moment, there seemed to be a subtle change in the atmosphere in the living room. The B-grade movie on the TV continued to play boringly, but Emily's attention was completely drawn to Alex. She stood there, filled with questions, not understanding what Alex wanted to say when he called her at this moment. In this team, every exchange could mean a new mission or some plans for the future. Emily waited quietly, ready to hear what Alex had to say next.
When Emily stopped and turned to look at Alex, she saw a relaxed smile on his lips. "Were you just cleaning the garage?" Alex asked softly, his eyes twinkling with gratitude and humor.
Being caught off guard by the sudden question, Emily nodded slightly, her voice tinged with a hint of embarrassment: "Oh... yeah." She hadn't expected Alex to notice her earlier actions, let alone bring it up at this moment.
Alex then raised his glass as if to toast her. He casually said, "Thanks! The other two slackers never help out," his tone conveying a hint of helplessness and teasing, "Sarah, I can understand, but that idiot Jim just rides his bike all day and never bothers to clean the garage." As he spoke, there was a hint of amusement in Alex's voice, as if Jim's behavior was both exasperating and amusing.
Emily heard Alex's words and couldn't help but smile. She had originally thought that her silent efforts might be ignored, but she didn't expect Alex not only noticed, but also expressed gratitude. This made her feel a little warmth and slightly eased the helplessness she had felt earlier due to Jim's indifference.
As soon as Alex finished speaking, he turned his head and once again focused on the boring scenes of B-grade action movies on the TV screen. He seemed completely immersed in his own little world, as if the exchange just now was nothing more than a brief interlude for him. This left Emily standing in place, feeling a hint of confusion. She couldn't help but wonder, why did Alex suddenly call out to her, only to seemingly unintentionally end the conversation? What was his true intention?
But this confusion was quickly dismissed by Emily with a shake of her head and a smile, putting it aside for the time being. She felt that now was not the time to delve into this issue deeply, perhaps Alex just wanted to chat casually, without any particular purpose. So, she decided not to dwell on those perplexing questions anymore, gently shifting her footsteps and slowly walking towards the stairs.
With each step on the stairs, Emily's mood gradually calmed down. The soft light in the living room and the buzzing of the television gradually faded away, replaced by the tranquility and serenity extending upstairs.
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