Security Personnel

The afternoon stretched on as Ethan continued marking the ground, the can of spray paint becoming more familiar in his hands with each pass.

At first, he was hesitant — his lines weren't as clean, his movements still stiff — but with Riley's guidance, he improved in real time.

"Steady," she reminded him, her voice patient but firm. "It's not a race. Precision is more important than speed."

Ethan adjusted his grip and tried again, pressing down on the nozzle and moving in a slow, controlled motion.

The line he sprayed onto the dirt was smooth and even this time, a marked improvement from his earlier attempts.

Riley stepped back and gave an approving nod. "Now that is how you do it."

He smirked. "Told you I learn fast."

She rolled her eyes but smiled. "Alright, Mr. Businessman. Let's see if you can keep it up."

They continued working side by side, marking section after section of the construction site.