Chapter 65: Horace
Horace was gluing four figurines with instructions from a tutorial, so his mind was on the task. The doorbell rang, and he walked absent-minded to open the front door.
He stepped over his gear in the living room. The place had turned into a DIY studio, a backdrop with a seamless bend, two LED panels he had found second-hand, and a mirrorless camera, second-hand also, sitting on a tripod.
He opened the door. At first, he thought it was Evie standing there. Looking at his tablet for instructions, he just glanced at her with the corner of his eye. “Hey,” he said, not paying attention.
“Hello,” the stranger said.
“Wait…” It couldn’t be Evie, she’d be at her shift at Zillions.
He looked down at her shoes, sure, there was a contrast there with the white of the footwear a
