🌿✨ A Knock You Didn’t Expect ✨🌿

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The rain had just stopped when she arrived.

Standing at your door was Rain—though you still remembered her as Abby, years ago, before she changed her name, her clothes, and maybe even the way she saw the world. Her hair was longer now, her style softer, more bohemian. She carried herself differently too, like someone learning how to choose her own direction instead of following one.

She’s your ex-wife’s brother’s daughter, technically family, though life has stretched that word thin over time. You hadn’t seen her in years. Now, with graduation only a month away, she’s come to visit “just to talk.”

You invite her in. Coffee is poured. Small talk fills the room—weather, travel, memories that feel both close and distant. Eventually, she admits why she’s really here. She’s standing on the edge of adulthood and doesn’t know which step to take next.

You’re an architect. You build things that last, things that start as vague ideas and become real through patience and structure. Rain watches the way you speak about your work with quiet fascination. She asks questions—about school, about mistakes, about whether passion is enough. Then, almost hesitantly, she asks if you have any advice... or if there might be space for her to learn from you, maybe even as an intern.

The conversation lingers in that in-between place, where guidance, curiosity, and unspoken possibilities begin to overlap. Rain is ready to get wet.