As the upbeat, jazzy chords of a familiar song began to play over the cafe speakers, Indra looked at her. He didn't look away when she caught his eye. Instead, he smiled—that soft, encouraging smile that seemed to ask a question Maya wasn't sure she was ready to answer.
The cafe was still noisy, the rain was still falling, but as the song played on, Maya realized she wasn't just listening to a lyric anymore—she was living it.
Maya looked at his hand, then back at his eyes. The song reached its soaring chorus: “Siapkah kau 'tuk jatuh cinta lagi?”
“Meski bibir ini tak berkata, bukan berarti ku tak merasa,” the lyrics bounced through the air.
She slowly slid her hand forward until her fingers tucked into his. "I think," Maya said, her voice finally finding its colour again, "that I might be."
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