10-16-2020, 03:29 PM
There was nothing comfortable about Moscow. Even her apartment was not comfortable -- not yet. She needed a garage to work in. Her lab. Her comfort zone.
Ilesha had been looking for a while. But hadn't found anything suitable until today. There was an old garage that hadn't so much as gone under as the old man running didn't have anyone to take over so he had no choice but to close down when he got too old to run the shop. It was perfect.
It had two garage doors on either side of the building that could hold four medium sized cars in total, and a small office. Each stall had a car lift. She worked predominately on motorcycles for herself, but she was an excellent mechanic all around. And she didn't intend to have a large client base.
Though the old man had also sold her his old clients. She doubted they'd come her way, but she'd give it ago.
Ilesha couldn't wait to get the garage open. It needed some repair, and she had to get the needed equipment. And her bikes sent here from the US. That was her next goal. This shop was perfect.
She couldn't get over the luck she was having. But cleaning was a bore, she started humming to herself and started a light weave of air started sweeping the floor with the power. It was an amazing feeling -- the power and her own space.
Ilesha had been looking for a while. But hadn't found anything suitable until today. There was an old garage that hadn't so much as gone under as the old man running didn't have anyone to take over so he had no choice but to close down when he got too old to run the shop. It was perfect.
It had two garage doors on either side of the building that could hold four medium sized cars in total, and a small office. Each stall had a car lift. She worked predominately on motorcycles for herself, but she was an excellent mechanic all around. And she didn't intend to have a large client base.
Though the old man had also sold her his old clients. She doubted they'd come her way, but she'd give it ago.
Ilesha couldn't wait to get the garage open. It needed some repair, and she had to get the needed equipment. And her bikes sent here from the US. That was her next goal. This shop was perfect.
She couldn't get over the luck she was having. But cleaning was a bore, she started humming to herself and started a light weave of air started sweeping the floor with the power. It was an amazing feeling -- the power and her own space.