"Syair SDY?" Rian leaned in, raising an eyebrow. "Isn't that the daily poetry code people use for the Sydney lottery predictions? Why is it attached to a sewing job?"
Below the text was a short, cryptic poem traditionally used by lottery hopefuls, filled with references to numbers, animals, and directions. Rian groaned. "Teh, we are tailors, not codebreakers!" "Syair SDY
He took the garment, running his fingers over Maya’s flawless overlock edges and tracing Rian's perfect straight lines. He turned it inside out, inspecting the tension of the threads. A slow smile spread across his face. "Syair SDY?" Rian leaned in