Grown-ish

(To herself) Was my birthday my password? No. My dog's name? No. "Password123"? That's too honest.

Maya bursts in, still in her work blazer, mascara smeared. grown-ish

(Raising her broth) To dollars.

(Smiles) That's what the banks want you to think. (To herself) Was my birthday my password

Did you say it was for entertaining yourself so you don't quit? still in her work blazer

And to knowing that we don't know.