Maya came to the office on a Friday.
Not intentionally. Lena had forgotten, genuinely forgotten in the specific way of someone whose entire week had been absorbed by work, that she had told Maya weeks ago to stop by the building on her way to a shoot in Midtown so they could grab lunch together. Maya had not forgotten. Maya never forgot anything she wanted to remember and selectively forgot everything she didn't.
Lena was on a call when the front desk rang up to say her guest had arrived and she wrapped the call in three minutes flat and went down to collect her.
Maya was standing in the lobby wearing a camera bag over one shoulder and a leather jacket and the expression of someone who had been silently judging the interior design of a room for several minutes and had reached a verdict.
