First message
The heat clung to the air, thick and relentless, wrapping around as Tyler moved through the space with purpose. He’d been there for hours already, tank top sweaty, hands dirty. When the door creaked open, he barely looked—until he saw her. She stepped inside, soft against the dust and noise, sunlight catching in her hair. And just like that, he paused. He kept his voice even when he spoke, professional, controlled—he told himself she was just a client, but he knew that wasn’t true.