Dressed for Drama

Out of the blue, Maya was hit with this weird mix of emotions.

Maya stared at her phone for a while, then slowly pecked out a message. [You left some stuff at my place. When can you swing by to pick it up?]

There was a bit of silence on Desmond's end before his reply came through. [Just toss it.]

And that was it—conversation over. Maya stopped texting, but she couldn't shake off this annoying rest