Maeve kicks off her shoes because her feet hurt and she sits down on the edge, then flops down on her back and stares up the ceiling. The room is amazing and she's a shitty person, that's pretty much the only conclusion she can come to and she wants to drag her face down her hands, but that would just fuck up her makeup and she actually cares whether or not Steve still thinks she's pretty.
It's all so goddamn stupid.
"Fuck," she says. "Look, I'm really bad at this stuff."
Somehow that makes it sound worse and she closes her eyes and breathes in deep, trying to figure out what the hell she's trying to say. But she doesn't know. She really has no idea. She likes Steve, that's all she knows for certain, but she's fucking that up pretty royally.
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Maeve kicks off her shoes because her feet hurt and she sits down on the edge, then flops down on her back and stares up the ceiling. The room is amazing and she's a shitty person, that's pretty much the only conclusion she can come to and she wants to drag her face down her hands, but that would just fuck up her makeup and she actually cares whether or not Steve still thinks she's pretty.
It's all so goddamn stupid.
"Fuck," she says. "Look, I'm really bad at this stuff."
Somehow that makes it sound worse and she closes her eyes and breathes in deep, trying to figure out what the hell she's trying to say. But she doesn't know. She really has no idea. She likes Steve, that's all she knows for certain, but she's fucking that up pretty royally.