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Samir reaches over—not for her hand, but to place a small stone from the garden into her palm. “Anchor,” he says. “So you don’t float away.”

She crosses her legs again ten minutes later—but differently. Playfully. This time, the cross isn’t a wall. It’s a flirtation. A shape she chooses, not a fortress she hides behind.

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During the break, he walks to her rendering of the plaza. “You’ve left no room for sitting,” he says.

“You’re doing it,” he whispers.

“I’ve left room for movement,” she replies. “Sitting invites lingering. Lingering invites mess.”

She doesn’t run. She doesn’t close up again. Samir reaches over—not for her hand, but to

They’re on site at dusk. Christelle is perched on a low stone wall—again, legs crossed—reviewing structural notes. Samir sits beside her. Not too close. He uncrosses his own legs (he rarely crosses them at all) and stretches them out. Then he says nothing for a long time.

She hesitates. Then, slowly, she lets her knees part. Both feet touch the ground. For the first time in longer than she can remember, she is sitting open. Playfully