Maya’s pov

My brain immediately snapped back to reality.

I turned and reached for the handle of the door. And just then—

“Hey—wait.”

I froze with my hand already on the exit bar.

Classic.

I turned halfway, heart still sprinting, ready to flash a smile and vanish like a magician with commitment issues. But nope. Not him.

It was one of the crew guys—the tall one who always smelled like mint gum and good life choices.

“You forgot your bag inside the dressing room.” He said to me. “I figured you still want it. So grab it.”

My stomach dropped straight through the floor.

“Oh. Right. Yes. I do like...