The Surveyor's True North

concrete. Cranes loomed like skeletal giants against the hazy Lagos sky, their cables taut as violin strings. Adara, clad in her safety vest and hard hat, moved with an authoritati

s reviewing a new set of architectural plans, a

at the corners. He was tall, with a lean build, and carried himself with an air of quiet confidence. He ext

arm. "Ah, yes, Mr. Adebayo. I've heard go

d, I hope. I'm keen to see how your

th Kian. He was intelligent, articulate, and possessed a dry wit that made her smile. Unlike many men she'd encounte

a quick, late lunch from a nearby food vendor. Adara noticed the small things: how Kian always remembered her preferred coffee order, a small kindness that warmed her more than

day, Kian found her still in the site

" he asked, leaning

face. "Just trying to iron out a few kinks

esh perspective?" he

il she'd missed, a slight gradient change that could impact the drainage. Adara felt a flicker o

ct is going to take a while. Perhaps we could... discuss it

ial disappointment. But then she looked at Kian's open, hopeful expression, and something shifted within her. He wasn