starter for : @nypdhoffman​. location : matthew’s residence, queens.
The morning was spent working, jotting down article ideas and scheduling interviews slots with people much more notable than Maya Hirsch. And it’s easy, something to distract her mind from the chaos it usually spews. But her mother calls, earning in the steady flow of Maya’s day to meet a bump in the road, and the only person she wants to be around after the fact is Matthew. Someone who knows the trials and tribulations of being who she was. So, after work she gathers her things and drops Penny off with the dog sitter and heads to Matt’s place. He was mostly likely working, that was another constant in her life and certainly a constant in his, but she hopes for a miracle regardless.Â
She approaches his door, clutching at the strap of her handbag with one hand as she reaches to knock with the other. The sound comes and goes and is left unanswered. He was working, for sure, she knew that, but she was willing to wait. A sigh escapes her, Maya’s body turning around to face the hallway that lead to from where she came. Cue another sigh. I need you right now, Matt, the brunette thinks to herself. And, strangely enough, he appears. He turns the corner like a knight in shining armor and a smile instantly spreads across her expression. “Hey, you.” She calls out, a chuckle weaving through her words. “I was coming to see you. I thought we’d hit the town and pretend to be tourists to get free shit. Wait, is that illegal?”
