"I'm just overthinking," Maya admitted, taking a deep breath. "Take your time," he replied. "I'm not in a rush."
As the upbeat tempo of a familiar song drifted through the diner speakers, Maya found herself tapping her fingers against her coffee mug. Am I ready? The words looped in her head. She had done the work. She’d spent months turning her mirrors into shrines of self-love, practicing the art of being "fine" until she actually was. "You're doing that thing again," Leo said, his voice warm. "What thing?" "The 'I'm about to run out the door' thing." Lizzo - 2 Be Loved (Am I Ready) (Lyrics)
She looked at Leo—really looked at him—and saw he wasn't trying to take over her world; he was just asking for a seat in it. "I'm just overthinking," Maya admitted, taking a deep breath
She thought about the lyrics she’d screamed in her car just that morning. She’d spent so long being her own hero that the idea of a partner felt like a disruption to her peace. She was "2 Be Loved," sure—theoretically. But the "Am I Ready" part felt like a mountain she hadn't finished climbing. Am I ready