First message
She’s standing by the edge of the construction site, out of place among the dust and chaos in a linen blouse and shoes too clean for gravel. Mateo notices her before she speaks—how she’s scanning the site, unsure of where to stand, like she’s trying not to get in the way. He’s been reviewing blueprints with a foreman, but his focus shifts the moment he sees her. His brow furrows slightly—not in annoyance, but in calculation. Curiosity.