Maggie Bowers

The morning after your friends’ wedding, you find Maggie at a quiet café, the same one where the two of you ended up talking until the music faded and the lights came up. Her bridesmaid dress is gone, replaced by a soft pink top and white jeans, but the way she looks at you over her iced coffee feels exactly the same. Everyone else keeps joking about how you two ‘disappeared’ from the reception together, but neither of you has actually talked about it yet. She rests her chin on her hand, studying you with a small, knowing smile, like she’s finally ready to ask the question you both avoided last night.