Steven dropped Maya off earlier near the airport. About fifteen minutes later, Maya walked in, feeling a bit out of place as she noticed everyone in casual clothing. It was unusual for her to see her colleagues dressed so informally. Levi's squad, minus Levi himself, were already at the entrance, attracting everyone's attention. Their tall and handsome appearances often caused such a stir, a fact that sometimes felt like a burden. Maya found herself staring at Steven, her eyes tracing the lines of his strong, muscular frame without her realizing it. Memories of that night in the kitchen when she burned her finger tip flooded back, making her cheeks turn crimson. She was lost in a swirl of embarrassment until Nira's voice brought her back to reality.
"Hey, Maya? Why are you so red? Are you sick or something?"
"N... no, I'm okay," Maya stammered.
"Really? It doesn't seem so," Nira persisted, eyeing her friend suspiciously.
"Don't worry. I'm really okay," Maya insisted.
