POV: Dual
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Maya:
The rain started at 10 PM. Brooklyn rain which was hard, loud and impatient. The kind of rain that soaked you before you could open your umbrella.
Maya was in her apartment. The third-floor walkup on Park Slope with The mismatched gallery wall, The kitchen smelled like cardamom tea and Bethenny the succulent was on the windowsill, still dying despite Priya's best efforts.
The doorbell rang at 11 PM.
She looked through the peephole.
Julian.
His dark blond hair was plastered to his forehead. His grey eyes were bright, He was wearing a grey sweater and dark jeans and no jacket. He was soaking wet.
She opened the door.
Julian:
She was wearing sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt. Her long black hair was loose. The small scar on her left eyebrow was visible in the
