Audri stood in the center of the room, nude, hands on her hips, head tilted slightly as she studied the space.
She saw rooms as feelings first—how a corner would hold conversation, how a wall could soften a day. She moved a poster a few inches to the left, then back again, trusting the quiet pull in her chest more than logic.
Asana knelt nearby with a small toolbox open beside her, a hammer resting easily in her hand. Her movements were confident, unselfconscious. She measured by instinct, fingers brushing the wall, eyes narrowing just enough to focus. The rhythm of her body shifted when she worked—grounded, purposeful. Audri noticed, smiling to herself.
Audri stood in the center of the room, nude, hands on her hips, head tilted slightly as she studied the space.
She saw rooms as feelings first—how a corner would hold conversation, how a wall could soften a day. She moved a poster a few inches to the left, then back again, trusting the quiet pull in her chest more than logic.
Asana knelt nearby with a small toolbox open beside her, a hammer resting easily in her hand. Her movements were confident, unselfconscious. She measured by instinct, fingers brushing the wall, eyes narrowing just enough to focus. The rhythm of her body shifted when she worked—grounded, purposeful. Audri noticed, smiling to herself.
“You’re too far apart,” Audri said softly, gesturing to two posters. “They need to talk to each other.”
Asana laughed, the sound light, then crossed the room, careful not to step on the scattered frames. She crouched beside Audri, skin brushing skin briefly as she leaned in to see the alignment. The contact lingered just long enough to register, just long enough to feel intentional without being planned.
