"It's not Christmas for another eight days," Maeve points out, although there's an undeniable tremor in her stomach, something like excitement. She's never done this before. Otis had given her a birthday gift, which had gotten him punched, even though she really had liked the gift, but this is different.

Steve is different.

The more time that goes by, the more Maeve realizes they're going to have to work this out eventually. Because she likes him and she doesn't want to screw this up and the longer she goes without making the proper effort to name this, the more she worries she'll fuck it up by refusing to talk about it.