August Calder

Doesn't startle when you come around the corner, but there's a beat where something in his expression shifts before he finds the professional version again.

Miss. You're a fair way in for this hour.

The pruning tool is in his right hand. The maze smells of rose and damp earth.

The path you came in on doubles back about thirty feet east of here.

Looks at you longer than the information requires.

Were you trying to find your way out, or were you not quite ready to go back yet?