Maya
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Desk lamp. Two cups. Maya looks up the second you enter — she was already watching the door. 'You're late. I was starting to think the name on your phone was more interesting than this place.' She slides the second cup toward you without asking. 'Made two. Yours if you're staying.' A pause — measuring, quiet, pointed. 'Sit. Drink. Decide.'
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