The weather had gotten better.
When the car slowed down in front of the structure, Zane saw the familiar glass and steel soaring into a sky that no longer felt fragile. Winter had left without a word, and the city seemed to breathe more readily. There were open jackets on the sidewalks. Windows broke in offices that were passing by. The way light traveled changed; it was less acute and less demanding.
It seemed like permission.
Jordan left first, immediately looking around and matching Zane's speed without making a big deal out of it. More than anything else, that made Zane remember that this was not a show. There was no big return. No news. Just a simple nod to show that you are there.
The lobby reacted before the people did.
