Now wearing his comfortable tracksuit, Alex walked out of his room and went towards Ana's workstation.
Cold warehouse air tousled his still-damp hair as he made his way to Ana's workstation.
As he got closer to Ana's workstation, he heard her faint voice clearly, the silent warehouse seemingly amplifying her voice.
Then Alex saw her sitting on her chair, her headsets on, and the screen showing the telephone logo.
Alex approached her,
"Okay, Then I'll call you later for more information." Ana' spoke and then she pressed a button on her keyboard.
She turned around and looked at the approaching Alex, her face frowning a little while seeing him.
Alex stopped near her, he looked at her and their eyes locked for a moment, and neither of them spoke first.
But finally, Ana broke the silence,
"What is it...??"' She asked him, her expression softening a little from the earlier frown she had.
But instead of answering her question, Alex looked at the screen and asked,
