#c:toshiro

Dayanita and Toshiro make an unlikely pair. Her life has perhaps not always been as blessed as it is now, but it certainly has for the amount of time he has known her. Their differences may be stark, but there are plenty of years of acquaintanceship under their belts, and for them, that is enough. 

She places her hand on the blueprint before them, shifting it to one side to show another plan underneath. “There’s twenty four units all together. Each with a flat above fit for a family. It leaves room for some green space in the centre like this, you see. For children to play, couples to stroll through, that sort of thing. But...” she taps the second plan with her forefinger. “If we get rid of the green space, we can increase capacity to twenty six.” 

She surveys Toshiro then, silently asking for his opinion on the matter. She thinks enough of him that his opinion matters. “Take the plans with you. Think on it, then give me a quote for whichever you’d prefer.” She gathers the papers, and as she shuffles them, a small, square invitation falls from the pile. She glances at it for a moment, before scooping it up and hastily shoving it in a drawer 

“Seems half of London is going to this ball,” she raises an eyebrow, an unspoken question of if Toshiro himself would be in attendance. “Seeing as nobody knows who this Mister Ashton is, he certainly seems to be acquainted with a great number of people.”