I didn't sleep great after that email. By the time Thursday's session rolled around, I still hadn't figured out a single workable answer to the question sitting in my inbox.
Rhys was already at the table when I got there, laptop open, practically bouncing in his seat.
"Did you see Wallace's follow-up?" he said, before I'd even sat down.
"Yeah."
"This is huge, right? On camera, even obscured, that's the kind of thing that gets a project's actual attention. Not just a good grade." He turned the laptop toward me, Wallace's email already pulled up like he was rereading it. "I already started thinking about how we pull it off. Silhouette lighting, maybe. Or we could do the voice thing you already used, but paired with just her hands, or a shot of the ice, something visual that doesn't revea
