maya,

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𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘴.

[maya, @cutthroatcolumn]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘢 ╱ 𝘿𝙀 𝙁𝘼𝙍𝙄𝘼 !
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

[maya, @cutthroatcolumn]

Are we about to kiss.

[maya, @cutthroatcolumn]

@ForgedByLoss But if she describes him as a six-foot-three-ish, incredibly handsome and finely chiseled, almost godlike man in his mid-twenties, wouldn't that narrow the suspect list down to maybe ... four men in this city? That might cut things too close.

He's sweet.

[maya, @cutthroatcolumn]

@ForgedByLoss

[maya, @cutthroatcolumn]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ╳

[maya, @cutthroatcolumn]

Taking work breaks very seriously.

[maya, @cutthroatcolumn]

@ForgedByLoss -- reassuring smile is offered. Her whole life revolved around gathering information, no matter the means she used to get them. "You don't have to worry about me, okay?"

[maya, @cutthroatcolumn]

@ForgedByLoss -- me hurt," she answers in reference to her line of work. She was a well-known voice in the media, causing a stir with every word published. Maya tries to read every physical cue he'd give her as he clutches her wrist, and struggles to draw a clear conclusion.

A tight, --

[maya, @cutthroatcolumn]

😵‍💫

[maya, @cutthroatcolumn]

@ForgedByLoss -- for his eyes, but they're stuck on the paper. Frozen.

"De’Andre Williams, is that what you're after?"

[maya, @cutthroatcolumn]

@ForgedByLoss -- the bag that rested on her chair, pulling out a beige folder of the copies she had made. "I was thinking of calling it a Christmas present, maybe wrap it in a bow and everything, but I realize that would be in bad taste," the file is carefully handed to him and she looks --

[maya, @cutthroatcolumn]

@ForgedByLoss -- the first. *Hopefully* the last—I like my solitude," she jokes.

Silence falls over them for a short while as they go back to eating. "But," Maya clears her throat. "Speaking of your dad... That's why I was called you here."

[maya, @cutthroatcolumn]

@ForgedByLoss "Oh," her face falls every so slightly, but her expression returns to its usual state of neutrality in a moment. "It's fine," her head shakes in response to the temperature comment, then a smile is flashed back at his following one. An elbow lifts to nudge him gently, "You're --