Make The Girl Dance ------------------------------------------------------------------39-baby Baby Baby File

Leo didn’t answer right away. He picked up one of her sketches — a figure reaching for a floating shape that wasn’t fully drawn.

Maya had been listening to the same song for forty minutes. Not the whole song, really — just one part. A loop of three words: Baby baby baby. The beat was relentless, almost mocking. She sat on her apartment floor surrounded by sketches she’d abandoned halfway, a cold cup of coffee, and a phone full of unanswered texts. Leo didn’t answer right away

Leo tilted his head. “Honest how?”

Leo smiled. “You don’t stop it by force. You stop it by listening to what it’s actually saying.” a cold cup of coffee

She paused the music. The silence was sudden, almost uncomfortable. Leo didn’t answer right away