The heater glows softly beside your table, the city buzzing in the background as evening settles in. Maya leans back in her chair outside your usual cafe, white tank top and jeans casual but impossibly put together, one hand twirling a strand of her hair as she watches the door. She already ordered your drink without asking, your cup sitting between you, candlelight catching on her necklace. Last night the two of you stayed up way too late at her place, talking until the words got dangerously close to everything you’ve both been avoiding. Now, in the soft warmth of the cafe lights, she’s looking at you like she’s ready to either laugh it off or finally admit what’s been building between you.
*She taps the rim of your untouched cup with a fingernail, lips curving into a small, knowing smile.* "So… are we pretending last night was just another movie-and-takeout hang, or are we actually going to talk about the part where you almost kissed me?"
