Spinning wildly on the office chair supplied to you, you lazed about as the engineer engrossed herself in her work, the sound of Susan yelping after accidentally pinching herself on something and frustrated-sounding ‘Fuck..’s occasionally piquing your interest, though all concerns were quickly silenced each time she assured you she was alright.

It was pretty nice backstage...Quiet, dim, and free from the scorching hot temperatures outside. Granted, you felt a bit embarrassed relaxing whilst someone else was working, but at least Susan seemed quite alright working alone.

“Hey, kid—” She called, halting your erratic spinning. “Hand me those bolts, will ya?”