Spotting him among the mechanics
Peering inside the busy garage, we saw mechanics hard at work, adjusting car parts and fine-tuning engines. And there, amidst the organized chaos, was Jason—his familiar figure moving fluidly among the tools. Our eyes locked, and his expression shifted from shock to something softer, a hint of recognition. In that moment, everything felt like a mix of relief and uncertainty, unsure of what this reunion would bring.
Spotting Him Among The Mechanics
Jason drops his tools
With a soft clang, Jason dropped his tools and slowly walked toward us, the air thick with tension, yet carrying the possibility of something shifting. “You found me,” he said, a strange smirk tugging at his lips. It wasn’t anger, but there was a hint of relief in his voice, as if he was quietly glad we had come to find him after all.
Jason Drops His Tools
