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Serkan leaned over her desk, his hands pressing into the wood. "Change it. It’s distracting. It’s illogical. It’s... pink."

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The air in the Art Life architecture studio was thick with the scent of espresso and the frantic scratching of pencils against drafting paper. Eda Yıldız sat at her desk, her brow furrowed as she finalized the landscape details for the green hotel project. Serkan leaned over her desk, his hands pressing

"It doesn't have a color, Serkan. It has a feeling." She stood up, closing the distance between them. "And I’m not changing it. Every time it rings, I want you to remember that there’s a world outside of your blueprints." It’s illogical

The phone kept singing: “Love is in the air... every sight and every sound...”