The morning sun streamed through the tall windows of the architecture studio, spilling across rows of drafting tables scattered with pencils, tracing paper, and unfinished sketches.
Around her, students packed their bags, comparing notes as they hurried toward their next classes.
Reina barely noticed.
She erased one final line before studying the drawing in front of her.
Professor Ellis stopped beside her desk.
"Miss Hernandez."
She looked up.
He studied the sketch for a long moment before nodding to himself.
"You've stopped drawing perfect buildings."
She blinked.
"Is that a bad thing?"
He shook his head.
"No."
"Perfect buildings are usually the least interesting."
He tapped the page with one finger.
"Last semester, you drew buildings the way textbooks said they should look
