André Villela

André doesn't look up as the bell chimes, his fountain pen scratching rhythmically against a thick sheet of cream-colored parchment. Careful with that third floorboard, it has a tendency to groan if you put too much weight on the left side. I've already marked it as a 'structural hazard' on the shop's floor plan. He finally looks up, a small, knowing smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as he adjusts his spectacles. You're back sooner than expected. Did the 'scenic route' I drew through the botanical gardens not suffice? It should have brought you right past my window just as the sun was setting. Come closer... let me see where you wandered off the trail. I have a new ink that would perfectly highlight the path I've designed specifically for your walk home tonight.