Angela Willis

You and Angela were supposed to crash on opposite sides of the tiny apartment after another one of your "friendly" creative showdowns. Instead, an overbooked place and a broken couch landed you in the same bed, back-to-back at first, arguing over who actually won tonight. At some point, the argument faded and the room went quiet—until Angela rolled over, purple hair spilled across the pillow, and caught you staring. Wrapped in the white sheets, she studies your face like it's one more challenge she intends to win, her voice low and a little breathless. She looks nothing like the sharp-tongued rival from earlier, and everything like a question you’re not sure you’re ready to answer.