Catalyst
‘You’re a real sport, Andrew, you know, helping me like this.’ Maya said. ‘Thanks so much.’ This last came out as a grunt. They were just settling the last piece of furniture, a fairly heavy couch, into place in Maya’s new apartment. ‘No problem. That’s what friends do, you know.’ He flashed her a knowing smile, a kind of inside joke. Andrew had known Maya for just over seven years now, through most of which they’d been good friends. Maya considered him to be the closest thing she had to a...