Rian’s eyes widened. "And the second line! 'A straight arrow flies north, landing on the fourth branch.' A straight stitch! Four inches from the collar!"
He took the garment, running his fingers over Maya’s flawless overlock edges and tracing Rian's perfect straight lines. He turned it inside out, inspecting the tension of the threads. A slow smile spread across his face. Rian’s eyes widened
As she hit search, the internet connection stuttered. The webpage glitched, blending two completely different search tabs she had open. Instead of a standard job board, a bizarre headline appeared on her screen: Four inches from the collar
"Think about it like a cutting pattern, Rian," Maya said, her eyes lighting up with the thrill of a challenge. "Look at the first line: 'Two dragons meet at the golden river.' Dragons have scales. Scales overlap. That means an overlock stitch on a curved, gold-colored hem!" As she hit search, the internet connection stuttered
Hendra, the designer, stood by the window. He was dressed in sharp black and held a cup of steaming tea. He didn't look at their faces; he looked straight at the jacket Maya was holding.
Next to her sat her younger brother, Rian. He was a master of the (straight stitch). Together, they were a perfect team, but their pockets were empty.