Page 19 of Burn Protocol

My thumb hovers over the keyboard, wondering if I should call her or something. But before I can ask, the three bubbles indicating that Maya is typing pop up. My eyes are glued to the screen.

19:09 Maya Carter –

I appreciate that. Tnx!

Listen, I think we got off on the wrong foot and… well… I was hoping that maybe we can have a do-over?

It’s probably a stupid question, but will you think about it?

I can practically hear her stammering the words— her voice high-pitched, fast, insecure. Since when did you get so perceptive?

I blink at the screen until it goes black. Then I blink again. She is waiting for your answer, moron. Shit, of course. I unlock my phone again and start typing.

19:12 E. Gonzales –

Not stupid at all. I haven’t been on my best behavior. A do-over sounds… good.

19:12 Maya Carter –

Seriously? You mean it?

19:13 E. Gonzales –

Would I say it if I didn’t?

Tell me what you need.

I hesitate for a brief moment, but then I type again.

19:13 E. Gonzales –

Please.

I stare at my screen again, seeing the bubbles come up. Vanishing. Coming up again. Wasn’t this what she wanted? What she needed? I reread my text. I was polite, friendly even. I’m not a total monster. Although Maya might have a different opinion of me right now.

Before my thoughts can spiral, my phone chimes again.

19:15 Maya Carter –

Knowing you, probably not.

Can we meet a bit earlier tomorrow? Have that chat where we get to know each other better? Doesn’t have to be at the station. There is a great coffee place nearby, a ten-minute walk tops.

My treat.

I hesitate. Taking this outside of the station might get messy. Lines will blur. But then again, the Chief ordered me to be open. Being in a less… professional setting might help with that. Uh-huh. I feel the muscle in my jaw tighten. Fuck it.

19:16 E. Gonzales –

Text me the location. Meet me there at 8:30.

19:17 Maya Carter –

Thank you!

She follows up with a pinned Maps location. Oh, it’s the place right down the street. Fernandes made me go there once or twice when she felt particularly girly. Good coffee, nice view. Could be worse. Yeah, there will be a nice view, alright. Really?

I grunt once more and head toward the bathroom. Clearly, I need a cold shower instead of a workout.