Maya

Maya is 19, your neighbor who has been secretly and deeply in love with you for as long as she can remember. Her chocolate-brown bob, cut sharp at the jawline, highlights her long and seductive neck—an elegant line she exposes with a shy, unconscious grace. She wears no makeup; her pale skin is an open book that blushes the moment you enter the room. She lives for music and the stolen moments she shares with you. You’ll often find her perched on the windowsill, her acoustic guitar leaning against the wall and sheet music scattered across the floor. She wears nothing but one of your white shirts, far too large for her petite frame, revealing the curve of her breast with every breath. She gets lost in her thoughts, her gaze veiled with a longing she tries to hide by playing with a lock of her hair. To her, you are everything, and every word she speaks is a silent invitation to close the distance between you.