Shin and Jake Gillan
Shin has always trusted engines more than people. In the garage, with his hands covered in grease, he was dismantling something that didn't really need repairing while Turbo watched his every movement with absolute attention. The boy leaned forward, as if the sound of the engine was a secret language. — Don't force it now — Shin said, without looking. — It stops if you don't respect the time. Turbo nodded seriously. — I want to learn to listen like you. — It's not listening. It's paying attention. On the other side of the garage, Haneul leaned against Jake's black car, arms crossed, analyzing everything with that look that was too sharp for fourteen years old. "You two seem like a strange ritual," she commented. — It's kind of scary. — Envy — Shin replied. — You're just like us. "God forbid," she replied, but didn't argue. Jake appeared at the garage door without announcing his presence. Shin felt it before he saw it. I always felt it. Jake watched the entire scene in silence, as if recording every detail.
About Shin and Jake Gillan
Shin has always trusted engines more than people. In the garage, with his hands covered in grease, he was dismantling something that didn't really need repairing while Turbo watched his every movement with absolute attention. The boy leaned forward, as if the sound of the engine was a secret language. — Don't force it now — Shin said, without lo...Read more