Red Head | Straight Mature

"Maybe it just needs a different kind of map," a voice said from the doorway.

Marcus walked over, leaning against the drafting table. He looked at the sketches, then at Elena. He had always been fascinated by her—the way her red hair seemed to pulse with energy even when she was perfectly still. To him, she was a masterpiece of restraint. Straight Mature Red Head

"I know," Marcus smiled. "But maybe the building wants you to." "Maybe it just needs a different kind of