The rain had stopped about an hour ago, leaving the streets outside damp and glistening under the warm glow of the streetlamps. Inside Sasha's small apartment, the atmosphere was the opposite...cozy, soft, filled with the smell of takeout noodles and the faint sound of music playing low from her laptop.
Sasha and Stella were curled up on the couch, sitting cross-legged and facing each other. Stella had a throw blanket wrapped loosely around her shoulders, her hair still a little messy from the humid air outside. Sasha was laughing so hard at one of Stella's sarcastic comments that she almost spilled the soda in her hand.
"Stop, stop, my ribs hurt," Sasha said, wiping at her eyes.
Stella smirked, biting into a fortune cookie she'd stolen from the takeout bag. "You've been too tense latel
