Round five, final point. Maya’s heart thumped. Leo’s hand hovered. One… two…
“Maybe.” Maya picked up the last sock from his foot. “Or maybe I just know you.” strip rock paper scissors
Round three: Maya’s paper met Leo’s scissors. “Cut.” She unbuttoned her cardigan, let it slide to the floor. Round five, final point
Maya matched his smile, one eyebrow raised. “Best of five. One article of clothing per loss.” ” she sang
They shook on it.
Round two: Leo threw scissors. Maya threw rock. “Crush.” He pulled off his watch.
Round one: Leo showed rock. Maya showed paper. “Paper covers rock,” she sang, slipping off her left earring. “That counts,” she said.
