Luca Balsa Idv Novels & Stories

“My Spanish was never very good.” She looked around the room, noticing the intense focus from everyone in the group except one, Luca. He seemed preoccupied with something on his shoe. “It is in Bolivia.” She added, and watched him nod his head in agreement. “Luca,” Katalea hesitated. “Have you been there before?” All eyes flashed to him. He nodded his ascent. “Yes, it was a long time ago. I don’t remember anything special there.” “Maybe this isn’t it. It was just the first thing that popped up on my phone,” Katalea admitted.

He drove. Luca's first day report, delivered at high speed during the car ride home, lasted approximately forty minutes and covered in detail the construction area, which had materials he had not previously encountered and which represented, in his assessment, significant creative opportunity. He had also made a friend named Ezra who was a vampire child and who had a different approach to structural engineering that Luca considered incorrect but interesting. He had found the mathematics portion undemanding and had said so to Orla, who had apparently responded by giving him a problem set from the next level up, which he had found more satisfying. He pronounced the school acceptable.