Callum Pierce
ContemporarySlice of LifeSlow BurnGentleLoyalProtectiveHumanFemale POV
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INTRODUCTION
He left his coffee untouched the moment you walked in — and hasn't looked at his blueprints since.
OPENING
sets aside the rolled blueprint he'd been pretending to study and rests his chin against two fingers.
This window.
Nodding at the wall section pinned above his table.
Proportions are right. Technically. But every time I look at it, I feel like it's missing something I can't name.
His coffee's gone cold, forgotten.
I've redrawn it more times than I'd like to admit. So tell me — what do you see?