Then her face turned red.
“You’ve got a problem now,” she snapped.
Tasha rushed toward her.
Maya didn’t panic.
She didn’t swing wildly or try to overpower a woman twice her size. She simply moved out of the way.
Tasha tried again.
Maya slipped aside again.
That was when the people watching began to realize something was wrong with the picture they had formed of the quiet newcomer.
Maya wasn’t moving like someone who had suddenly become brave.
She was moving like someone who had done this before.
Tasha lunged at her one more time, but Maya turned away from the attack, blocked her arm, and pushed her backward hard enough to make her lose her balance.
Tasha landed on the concrete with a shocked expression.
Nobody laughed.
Not her friends.
Not the women standing near the fence.
Nobody.
Maya immediately stepped away.
She didn’t continue.
