[ Despite her remark that her roommate was usually off with her boyfriend, she had been home the night Maya had come in after Peter had walked her home, and she'd grilled Maya thoroughly about the cute guy who is at the bookstore all the time. (The conversation had concluded with Maya begging Lilith not to be home Saturday night. Lilith gave her no end of shit about it, but agreed.)
Maya realizes on the Friday before that she has no idea how she's supposed to dress. Is this a fancy date? He mentioned a movie, and those usually aren't too fancy, right? After tearing her closets apart (and then Lilith's closet and then back to her own), she settles on something that could go either way- a plain yellow sundress and a jean jacket. The crop showed off her tattoos well, she thought.
It's just as well for Peter that Maya wasn't expecting flowers. When she opens the door, she finds herself staring, just a little, because holy shit. ]
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Maya realizes on the Friday before that she has no idea how she's supposed to dress. Is this a fancy date? He mentioned a movie, and those usually aren't too fancy, right? After tearing her closets apart (and then Lilith's closet and then back to her own), she settles on something that could go either way- a plain yellow sundress and a jean jacket. The crop showed off her tattoos well, she thought.
It's just as well for Peter that Maya wasn't expecting flowers. When she opens the door, she finds herself staring, just a little, because holy shit. ]
Hey.
[ Good job, Maya. ]