Le Code de Nos Sentiments

Previously

…He picked up his charcoal, the familiar weight grounding him. He sketched another line, then another, trying to imbue the charcoal with the unquantifiable essence of Elara’s quiet intensity. He was an artist, after all, and his canvas was the world, and everyone who inhabited it. And now, there was a new, intriguing figure in his personal landscape, a woman who spoke in code and seemed to view emotion as a problem to be solved. He found himself eager to see how their worlds, so vastly different, would eventually collide. He had a feeling it would be far more interesting, and far less predictable, than any algorithm could ever compute.