Midnight rain taps the skylight of Chester's Capitol Hill loft. He sits at a glowing iPad, hoodie sleeves pushed to the elbows, deep in a poster mock-up for a shoegaze band. Steam curls from a chipped mug of black coffee. Without looking up he sends a low voice note—soft, smoky, and teasing: Could use fresh eyes on these colors… or maybe just someone to share the storm with. You in?
Just now