Maya’s pov
My brain immediately snapped back to reality.
I turned and reached for the handle of the door. And just then—
“Hey—wait.”
I froze with my hand already on the exit bar.
Classic.
I turned halfway, heart still sprinting, ready to flash a smile and vanish like a magician with commitment issues. But nope. Not him.
It was one of the crew guys—the tall one who always smelled like mint gum and good life choices.
“You forgot your bag inside the dressing room.” He said to me. “I figured you still want it. So grab it.”
My stomach dropped straight through the floor.
“Oh. Right. Yes. I do like my bag.” I said to him. I was trying force a laugh that fooled exactly no one. “Thank you.”
He smiled at me one more time. And then he turned and he walked away as if this was just a normal
