Blueprints and Concrete Hearts

My name is Lia Taryn, and I am a civil engineering student. Which means my world is numbers, calculations, and concrete realities. I think in terms of load-bearing capacity and structural stability. To me, life itself is like a bridge-you don't build one on shallow soil or without considering the forces pressing against it. You measure. You calculate. You design for durability. That's how I see the world: steady, predictable, and controlled.
Emotions? They don't fit neatly into equations. They don't follow codes or standards. They're unpredictable variables-like wind gusts or earthquakes-that threaten to collapse even the strongest foundation. So I've learned to dismiss them.
Love, especially, has always seemed like the weakest material of all. People talk about love at first sight as though it's real-like a spark could hold the weight of a lifetime. I don't buy that. To me, real love would be like reinforced concrete: built layer by layer, poured over time, allowed to cure until it can withstand anything. That's the only kind of foundation worth trusting.
And then there's Ethan.