"Nice, right?" A female voice sounded beside him.

"Yeah." He agreed, gaze glued too tight he didn't even turn at the intrusive presence.

"You like?" Brown hair dangled at the corner of his sight.

A half-hearted reply: "Mmh." His eyes were too busy analysing the architecture.

"Me too." She grinned, following his gaze to look at the picture of the building she took. It was a bottom-up picture of three symmetrical buildings. She remembered she'd even tried lying on the granite ground just to get the right angle.

"They're all taken by the photog society right?" He asked, suddenly.

"Yeah."

"How often do they change it?" He asked, his eyes sweeping across the row. He found another architect picture.

She shrugged, "Probably when they feel like it."

"No schedule at all?"

"Haven't seen one yet." She swirled her caramel coffee. The swishing sounds of liquid tinkled.

He deadpanned: "They should have one."

A laugh. "Tell the president that."

He nodded. "I should." He turned, the faint silhouette previously gracing the borders of his sight now gone, leaving in its wake a fragrant waft of caramel.

Zeland sniffed the air. "I should get coffee."