A couple of days prior, Caspian’s firm had been approached by a client with the proposal for a new development. With the numerous projects he had been working on Caspian had neglected the new proposal until earlier this morning when the client had called in to arrange a meeting to view the concept designs. Visiting sites, measuring them, and the thorough research that is needed before he jots down a pen onto paper, could only be done by his first hand experience. He trusted no other but himself; wanting to eliminate potential error, rather than rely on another’s field work.
Parking across the road from the site, Caspian grabs his bag of tools over from the trunk of his car. Swinging it over his shoulder, he accidentally hits the arm of a passerby. Quickly turning, he bows in apology, “Sorry, I didn’t look before --” Straightening his stature, his lips pressed together as he peered through his darkly tinted sunglasses as the woman before him. “Did I hurt you, ma’am,” his tone showing a slight hint of concern as he watches her rub her forearm.