She tilted her head and took a step back, eying the spot and sized it up. "Teensy bit to the left. Like, an inch." Naea was suddenly reminded of when she had first met David, and he had helped her hang one of her thrift store paintings in her small living room. He did the hammering, she did the surveying. The wall didn't fall down, though he managed to break a vase while bringing the picture up to the wall. They had sat at her table and superglued the ugly thing back together. That night was the first time they had been intimate, and there was something truly magical behind it.
Linnaea caught herself frowning and shook herself mentally out of her reverie, flashing a quick smile instead. Goddamn you, David. She waited until Kami adjusted the position, then gave a thumbs-up. "Looks good! Dig there."