For her graduate defense, Bonnie's thesis focused on the revitalization of historic alleys, integrating the highly debated topic of smart infrastructure.
Researching the application of smart tech in traditional architecture had practically made her brain short-circuit. The relentless, non-stop grind left her sleeping so deeply that when her alarm went off, pulling herself out of bed felt like moving mountains.
She dragged herself up, washed her face, and changed into a professional button-down shirt and tailored trousers. She shoved her laptop into her bag, grabbed an umbrella from the shoe cabinet, and headed out.
The rain had stopped by the time she stepped outside, but the sky was still a bruised gray. The air was thick, humid, and heavy. Slugging her bag over her shoulder, she unlocked a shared bike, thoroughly wiping down the handlebars and seat. She pressed her hand firmly against the saddle to ensure no water seeped out before finally hopping on.
The breeze from the ride offered a little relief. As soon as she parked her bike in front of the architecture building, the faint, melodic notes of a piano drifted toward her.
There was a grand piano in the first-floor lobby. Bonnie had played it a few times herself. Usually, she wouldn't have paid it much mind, but the suffocating weather combined with her pre-defense nerves had her on edge.
The light, lively melody cut through the oppressive humidity, soothing the knot of anxiety in her chest.
But her mind wasn't entirely focused on the calming effect. The song dragged out a flood of romantic quotes associated with the film it belonged to.
*Whether it's raining or shining, I just want to meet you.*
*I don't care about the past or the future; I just want to be with you.*
*More than a clear blue sky, I need you.*
As Bonnie pushed open the glass doors, she recalled that the movie was a fantasy romance by the director Silas Vance. She and Lawrence had watched it together on a lazy afternoon. It was a story about a girl who could control the weather and a runaway teenage boy, woven around themes of love and sacrifice.
She had loved the piano track so much that Lawrence later took her to a high-end restaurant and played it for her. That was the day she found out he could play the piano.
And he was infuriatingly good at it. Far better than her.
He had smugly claimed he was forced to learn a dozen different refined skills as a kid, but abandoned them all because he was too busy being utterly obsessed with dating her.
Flustered, Bonnie had aggressively shoved a piece of steak into his mouth to shut him up.
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