Her name was Maya. She played for the city orchestra but lived for the jazz clubs where the music was messy and unpredictable. Over the next month, they became a fixture at The Inkwell.
The Blueprint: Julian showed her his designs for a city that breathed with the trees.
The Melody: Maya hummed melodies that she'd written in the margins of her sheet music, sounds that felt like the sun breaking through the clouds.
Julian, who lived his life by the Golden Ratio and precise measurements, found himself falling for the way Maya never looked at a watch. She lived in the "now," while he lived in the "what if."