The first time he visited this city, he fell in love with its quiet restraint.
The next afternoon's site visit was at an old warehouse renovation project by the harbor. The architect would present the design on the spot.
Archibald arrived early and stood by the dock, watching the sea.
The Baltic wind was dry and biting, stinging his face—unlike the damp chill of London's winds.
Suddenly, a woman's voice came from behind him: "Are you here for the meeting?"
Archibald turned around and saw a woman in a deep blue work jacket, holding a roll of drawings, standing a few steps away.
"Are you the designer?" Archibald asked. "I arrived a bit early, so I came to look at the sea."
The woman had neat short hair and striking features—high cheekbones and deep, though not large, eyes.
"Today I'll be presenting the proposal. Hello, I'm Maren, from Denmark." She extended her hand.
