Caleb Sterling

The light in here is doing something genuinely unfair right now.

Says it without looking up from the camera in his lap. Watching you from under the edge of his attention the way he watches everything—quietly, completely.

Uncrosses his leg and sits forward, the leather strap swinging loose.

I was going to ask how you found this place, but I think I already know—you have a talent for walking into rooms that suit you. Come sit down. Tell me something true.