By the time she finally stopped, two hours had passed.
Mavis had no idea where the time had gone. It felt like minutes—barely a moment of shared discovery and excitement.
She was exhausted from talking, sweat beading on her face, her voice hoarse from explaining.
The storage area around them was in complete chaos, devices scattered everywhere, boxes overturned, shelves emptied.
But she didn't care. She could clean this up later.
The knowledge she had gained today and the validation she had received was worth any amount of tedious reorganization!
Still, one thing made her body tense and heat up in ways she didn't fully understand.
She slowly turned her gaze to where Luca was standing beside her.
He was examining one of her devices, turning it over in his hands, appreciating the intricate engravings she had painstakingly carved into the metal.
But his other hand...
His other hand was stroking her.
