Maya looked at the kitchen—the flour on the counter from the pasta she’d made from scratch, the jazz playing softly from the speakers—and smiled. It was a complete departure from the woman who usually ordered takeout and fell asleep over her laptop.
When Leo walked through the door, tired from his own long shift, his eyes widened. Maya was standing there, hair tied back, a glass of wine waiting for him. "You did all this?" he asked, pulling her into a hug. Ariana Grande - positions (Lyrics)
For years, Maya had been one thing: the high-powered executive who didn't have time for "domesticity." Her life was a series of spreadsheets, board meetings, and cold espresso. But then there was Leo. Maya looked at the kitchen—the flour on the
Leo didn't care about the promotion or the power suit. He was the person who stayed up with her when the stress became a physical weight, the one who knew exactly how she took her tea even when she forgot to ask. Maya was standing there, hair tied back, a