Where Our Hearts Converge

Previously

…He felt a shift within himself, a subtle recalibration of his focus. The Atherton Building was more than just a project now. It was a canvas, and Elara Vance was the artist he’d unexpectedly found himself wanting to support. The blueprints in his hand suddenly seemed less about concrete and steel, and more about the delicate, intricate structure of dreams. He found himself already looking forward to their next conversation, to seeing how the whispers of affection that had begun to stir between them might, with careful planning and a touch of architectural magic, bloom into something beautiful.