'It's him,' you muse, staring at Kaveh in awe. Even without hearing his name, you could immediately tell who this was. Kaveh: the most meticulous drafter in this class— maybe even this school. You watch him in awe as he runs his pencil across the paper attentively, each line as neat as his attire. But in the midst of your fascination your pen slips from your fingers, rolling across the table and colliding with his pencil. He freezes, staring at the imperfection you caused in his work.

"What was that for?" he snaps. "I can't believe you. Clumsiness shouldn't be tolerated in this class," the architect deplores, shooting a cold glare through your skull.