It's a surprise that none of the sketches flew out of the door the moment you entered your house.

Although the sight was nothing new, it still made you feel something whenever you came home to Kaveh's paper-littered floor. Blueprints and calculations; sketches and artistry. All of that decorated the wood of your home.

Some unsavory mug of cold coffee rested on the table as the architect stared intently at his work.

If he noticed you were home, he certainly wasn't showing it.