“Start at page one,” she said. “The dog’s fine for a while.”
“Maya.” She closed the book, thumb holding her place. “And you’re folding a woman’s shirt. Size small. Floral. Whose?”
The dryer beeped. Neither moved.
“I’d offer to walk you back,” he said, “but I’m still learning how to be alone without it feeling like a punishment.”
“Start at page one,” she said. “The dog’s fine for a while.”
“Maya.” She closed the book, thumb holding her place. “And you’re folding a woman’s shirt. Size small. Floral. Whose?” “Start at page one,” she said
The dryer beeped. Neither moved.
“I’d offer to walk you back,” he said, “but I’m still learning how to be alone without it feeling like a punishment.” “Start at page one