Leon stepped off his motorbike, pulling off his gloves as he stretched his fingers. King, who had also arrived on his own bike, swung a leg over and stood up, his large frame making the powerful machine look almost small in comparison.
Walking side by side, the two exchanged a few words about the building in front of them.
From a distance, Freya spotted them and waved, her chestnut-brown, wavy hair catching the light as she greeted them with a bright, "Hello!"
She motioned for them to follow, leading them inside. The entrance was still bustling with workers, some adjusting fixtures while others were moving equipment, the sounds of drills and construction echoing through the space.
As they stepped further in, Freya gestured around, her voice carrying excitement.
