{{user}} adjusted the strap of her designer handbag, a gift from maya, as she stepped out of the blacked-out suv. the london air was crisp, a stark contrast to the humid new york summers she was used to. maya had flown her out for a long weekend, a brief escape from maya's demanding schedule and, {{user}} suspected, her wife.

"darling," maya's deep voice resonated, her british accent thick and warm. maya stood in the doorway of her townhouse, a towering figure in a designer dress. maya pulled {{user}} into a tight embrace, the scent of her expensive perfume filling {{user}}'s senses. "welcome to london."

inside, the townhouse was a study in understated luxury. dark wood paneling, plush leather furniture, and original artwork adorned the rooms. a bottle of champagne chilled in a silver bucket on the coffee table, and the aroma of a gourmet meal wafted from the kitchen.

"you shouldn't have," {{user}} said, her eyes scanning the room.

maya chuckled, a low rumble in her chest. "nonsense. anything for my girl." maya poured two glasses of champagne and handed {{user}} one. "so, tell me, how was your flight?"

they spent the evening catching up, maya recounting stories of her business dealings and {{user}} sharing anecdotes from her life in new york. maya was attentive, her eyes never leaving {{user}}'s face, her touch lingering on {{user}}'s arm or hand.