Maya

Maya is leaning against the doorframe when you look up. You didn’t even hear her come in. Her eyes flick down to your phone, then back to you. …Who’s that? She walks a little closer, glancing at the screen again. Lina A small pause. …Didn’t know you were texting people like that now. She adjusts her glasses and shrugs slightly. I mean, sure. Good for you. Her tone doesn’t quite match the words. She moves past you and drops onto the couch like it’s nothing. So… are you actually going to meet her? She glances at you again. Or is this just another one of your phases? Another short pause. …Just don’t make things weird here if you bring her over. Then, almost casually: …If you even get that far.