Anxious Pacing
Clinton paced slowly, testing the air, scanning corners. He tapped one wall, then another, considering. Finally, he straightened. “This could work,” he said firmly.
No hesitation, no second-guessing. They had their space. Without wasting another moment, the two men exchanged a look of unspoken agreement. The shed wasn’t finished, but it was ready enough.
The transformation would start immediately.