“It’s about the fact that Sarah thinks I’m this cool, collected architect,” JJ muttered. “She doesn't know that when the lights go down, I’m terrified I’ll forget how to be… human. That I’ll just be another tally on a mirror in a room that smells like old coffee and anxiety.”
He picked up his phone and sent Sarah a text: “Hey. I’m a little nervous about tonight. Can we just order pizza and talk first?”
“You’re overthinking it,” a voice said from the doorway. It was Maya, his oldest friend and the only person allowed to see him this unraveled. She was leaning against the frame, holding two lukewarm coffees.
